Wednesday, July 2, 2008

To the Dryad

The chirping of merry birds
the melancholy song of brook
the lovers half asleep in the bush
the sunlight giving their cheeks an auroral look

lying there on a soft-bedded grass
with their forms intertwined
isolated from the world
united in their souls and mind

then, there are men
as handsome as Adonis
soothed by Dryad’s lullaby, they
rest in the arms of Morpheus

And when the earth bathes in silvery luster
of the moon that lights the raven sky
with wind’s moan and cricket’s song,
whispers of Cupid and Psyche’s sigh

she hears all this while she wanders
companionless in the oak land
but as happiness blossoms in her heart
the buds bloom and dense greenery clothes the woodland

when hope dies, her leaves dry up
gradually, in the brook, they fall
until nothing remains except for the silence
the echoes of which tell her sad tale to all

11 comments:

Sowmya said...

good one...

xunz said...

thanks :)

Raghu Ram Prasad said...

sooooo nice...really you are a poet

Priya said...

Lovely portray of love and lust.

Thank you for visiting my blog.

Chaggoholic.... said...

Hey see two sides of the picture with very little binding them together....

Moksha said...

nice...

Sumit Pratap Singh said...

सादर ब्लॉगस्ते!

कृपया निमंत्रण स्वीकारें व अपुन के ब्लॉग सुमित के तडके (गद्य) पर पधारें। "एक पत्र आतंकवादियों के नाम" आपकी अमूल्य टिप्पणी हेतु प्रतीक्षारत है।

NAVAL LANGA said...

I have just read some of your posts. I liked the display of imagination, and would like to revisit.

If you are interested in short stories and paintings, a flying visit to my blogs would be a good idea.

Naval Langa

NAVAL LANGA said...

To Ms. Xunz

You write that : And when the earth bathes in silvery luster

Wonderful metaphor. Such an imagination and the use of the metaphors create the enjoyable reading and the virtual scene before the readers eyes.

Naval Langa
http://navallanga.blogspot.com/

SomeOne said...

So sweet, Thought with depth.

Blossom said...

Beautiful,sensual and very imaginative...