... filled fridaY

It is somehow already Friday. I am like sand on the banks, wet here, sweltering dry there and scattered... the days just keep spilling into each other, with the line between setting and rising... thinning haphazardly. These are moment i want to remember.... when the life becomes one "long un-ending day"

CpRyt@NeerS

4 comments:

priya said...

How true!!! Unending is the life even after rest...

Kuan Gung said...

Your pen flows with a great power of imagery neers...many times I return scan your penned reflections to fully embrace what may be there in the muse, it's that combination of genius you possess, each return reveals more of what may be...I love the flow and feeling of your script, it always leaves me with my own never ending pondering...thank you my friend...you are a wise old soul

Casperbaba said...

first two lines is all it took for me to subscribe to your link... BRAVO!
i know its gonna b gr8 reading you.

i wudn't praise you. i wudn't even attempt

Casperbaba said...

thanks alot for visiting....
i m humbled... :) since u like hindi poetry i wud like to bother you with some of my earlier work.. just go thru them when u find time. its a rarity to find people who like hindi nd urdu poetry. hope u like them.

http://casperbaba.blogspot.com/2007/12/mehktey-ehsaas.html
http://casperbaba.blogspot.com/2008/02/lo-sajaa-lo-toh-mujhko-mein-sach-dikh.html
http://casperbaba.blogspot.com/2008/03/kabhi-kabhi-yoon-sufi-sa-mein.html