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Tag Archives: Sweet memories

Diamond-dusted strands

03 Sunday Apr 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 122 Comments

Tags

Childhood moments, Forever, Memories, Nostalgia, Not just bygones, Photo album, Photographs, Poetry Potluck, Recollections, Snapshot in time, Special, Sunday 160, Sweet memories, Treasured

Image credits: myambeon@DeviantArt

Padlocked doors
Unbolted
Treasure chests
Unlocked
Jeweled timeframes
Unchained
Candied moments
Unwrapped
Torrential floods
Unleashed
Into chasms
Of a frozen now


**Posted for Monkey Man’s Sunday 160 and Poetry Potluck (Week 29 – Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia)**

***And here, I just wanted to let you all know that I am having an awesome time in India… Yes, I am still jet lagged, and even after a week into my trip, I am living on New York time :)… but it’s alright, cuz my parents are really impressed that I wake up so early… LOLZ ! Anyway, I have a looooong day ahead of me today, I am really hoping that I don’t fall asleep in the car while my hubby’s driving… I hate dozing off in the car! Can’t afford to miss the lush greenery around me this time… the coconut groves are BREATHTAKINGLY beautiful! Yes yes, I WILL put up some pictures soon!! I promise! 🙂 Take care, you awesome peeps! Love you all.. And am missing you like crazy… booohooohoo***

In The Flesh !

20 Tuesday Apr 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 16 Comments

Tags

04/13/2002, Bangalore, India, Nostalgia, Palace Grounds, Pink Floyd, Poetry, Roger Waters, Sweet memories, Tour

Warm night ahead us lay
With mystery in the air
‘Hey You’, I heard him say
Catching me unaware

Tasting music in a dose
Lulled vanity and strife
High Hopes within me rose
I was Coming Back To Life

In Freedom and through light
The lasers played their game
Flashing rainbows in the night
No! I was not insane

Rooted Comfortably Numb
Afore The Wall of sounds
I watched the maestro strum
As he rocked on Palace Grounds

On every thump of bass
A Pulse and then a swoon
Sending me on a chase
To The Dark Side Of The Moon

His weapons of mayhem
To whom we bowed and cried
But was it Us Or Them
Whose hearts were filled with pride?

Eight years in Time have passed
Since this mega display
But in me it’s Echoes last
Like it were yesterday

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