Thursday, March 12, 2009


You sit, the end of summer by your side
Filling your hands as they fall and rise
Holding my hands in harmony
To rise again for a last reprise...
Go disappear softly up the stairs
Hide behind those shadows long
Bring a souvenir from the hiding place
Or rise with mine for one last song.

14 comments:

Noisy Autist said...

you know, this is so beautifully optimistic

Sphinx said...

WELCOME BACK! -big toothy grin-
i love this. I really do. Please make a poetry book of sorts. Please keep writing. I can assure you of at least one regular audience!

Nimo said...
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What's In A Name ? said...

"Or rise with mine for one last song"

That makes this a poem.

Couldn't it have been a little longer ?

Sayan said...

So good, so good!

suryagni said...

too beautiful. wonderfully written.
best of luck for future!!

Crimson Feet said...

there... !

:)

Antigone said...

@ N. A- Place inspired.I'll take you there.

@ Sphinx- you know, I feel glad that you don't give up on my blog, inspite of irregularities. :) thanks for coming around.

@ The one who deleted the comment-

Thanks, I remember your words. :)

@ WIAN- I'll try, I'll try. :)

@Sayan- thanks re.

@ Suryagni- :) Keeping in mind the hectic semester I am having, good luck is what I need

@ Crimson Feet- where? here? oh, there. :)

Madhuri said...

musical and lovely!! long time Antigona, i know, my bad :(

Whats in a name.......... said...

short and sweet!:)

Gypsy said...

beautiful!

cleopatra said...

bloody brilliant....

Nimo said...

I plagiarised (with acknowledgement) the first line 'Sway sway sashay' without your consent.

I hope to be pardoned.

Antigone said...

@ Nimo-

I would love to read the article though :)