Monday, October 7, 2013

Lost in Translation.


The beauty of the night
Adorned by the moon
The cold wind ruffled
While the dark clouds scattered. 

The luminous darkness
Surrounded the life
In colors of two
The black and the white

Drowned in admiration
Which never ceased
The unspoken glittering stars
That shone the cold windy night

Stories that spread unheard
Mysteries that are left unsolved
Float in the visible darkness 
Almost invisible in the naked light. 

Stories we create, under the dome
Of glittering stars, of diamonds in the sky
But, what story do that tell ?
What mystery do they hold ?

Ajay Kontham 

18 comments:

  1. ahha!!! Lovely this is. What was in your mind, when you came up with this. I am interested!

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    1. To tel you the truth, I too have no idea. I wanted to write a poem and I was out and the cold wind and the moon were pleasant and I just wrote whatever came to my mind. And I feel I did not quite complete the poem in some way.

      What made you interested to ask this question? I am curious! :P

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    2. Hahahha continue being curious!! :D

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    3. Thank You. I intend to. :D

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  2. Finally that you blogged here...aahh..after an age perhaps..and tell me one thing how can find so mysteriously beautiful things in this boring night and why I can't see all these thing and come up with such a fascinating verses!! Well I'm not jealous. I am happy and inspired!

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    1. Yup. I blogged.
      I wanted to write from a long long time, bit since my laptop was acting crazy, so I couldn't.

      Well, I too don't know. That's why it's mysterious I guess.
      You are jealous. :P #Kidding
      Well, I am glad you feel inspired.

      Thanks for dropping by. :)

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  3. Woaahhh!! YOU ARE A POET.

    Beauty this one. Stick to this genre occasionally. You're good :)

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  4. Why, thank you. :)

    I am glad you liked it.
    I might as well. Thanks for the advice. :)

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  5. The poem is a mystery so is it's plot. And that's what makes it more beautiful.

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  6. This is really beautiful. Love the way you make simple things like the moon, clouds, the stars and the sky sound so amazing with your words :).

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  7. Last two stanzas were my favorite, the mystery of the nigh is untold. Loved it, I didn't know you were a poet too! Is there anything you don't do, besides talking of course.

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    1. Well, like I said, I am not. So, I don't brag about it.
      I think that's pretty much it. :P

      Thanks for dropping by. :D

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