Sunday, January 30, 2011

Randomness

The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the scream to fill my pitcher. The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. It calls me out in the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river. I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet. There at the fording in the little boat the  unknown man plays upon his lute.      

9 comments:

Leo said...

Joie.. mast likha hai. kise milne ki tamanna hai? :)

♥ÐÅyÐяєÅмє®♥ said...

wow.. I did picture it..nicely written...

Dosth said...

is it loneliness..is it acceptance..or rather is it just the happiness of finding what u were looking for..

very well written..

keep writing..there r many people who still follow this blog !

joie de vivre said...

@ leo
hai koi...kuch sunne aur bohot kuch kehne ki tamanna hai..

joie de vivre said...

@ daydreamer
thanks

joie de vivre said...

@ dosth
little loneliness and little acceptance..

I am glad..you are still here..somewhere around..

I am Smiling while I read your words..Thanks

shooting star said...

nicely written.......speaks of many emotions yet nine so too forcefully!!!

Pooja said...

Beautiful! :)

Such vivid description!

A Random Traveler said...

In that layers of emotion there is also the emotion of your own name! "Joie de vivre". I am sure you will find it along soon..

Il est à venir..