Listening to the wind blow,
Listening to the water flow,
Looking at a resplendent face glow,
In the morning sun, walking slow,
Her tune, his hum and my whistle blow,
I have the field of pasqueflowers to mow,
But the music is lingering, and I stand still,
Yes, life is turbulently tranquil
Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
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4 comments:
aah. nice to know that. :)
you coming here this weekend?
Peaceful... and how was your ride :)
enjoy the turbulent tranquility while it lasts :)
@preethi
:) nope...the next weekend...planning to drive down. Will be there on 17th Feb (Fri). Will call you b4 I leave this place :)
@pallavi
:) I think I saw you in iimb last week @ Jethro Tull's show...but you managed to escape b4 I could come & talk to you...anyways...how are you? Planning for a short trip sometime :)
@Siri
Thanks dear :)
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