He picked up the saddle. He had made up his mind. He was the kind who found more pleasure in pursuit than in attainment. It is just that she fled from his clutches.
He still chases aimlessly in the darkness of the night and when the morning comes he lies down on fresh cut grass and dreams of the dreams that, I dare say, are 'dreams'.
Just then, he heard footsteps.
9 comments:
Wow!!
That was so nice
:)
'And i turned my face towards those jingling anklets....to its sweet resonances, the sun and moon danced hand in hand on my chest...'
Thankyou for this post Priya,
Its beautiful just as you are!
The freedom of moving on. Always.
Rock on!
Thanks Harini :)
@craftsman~ maybe I should add those lines :) That makes it sound even better!
@rex~ yes, the freedom...
a couple they name, love and pain !!
Beautifully put Priya :)
emotions i love the way you tell, with just amtter of simple words you create something that plasure like.... i cant find the words, but they pleasure my heart all rgt, nice going....
take care and keep writing...........
:)
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