Monday, April 5, 2010

The Church, the Lobby, and the Salon Steam

A dark night, followed by a light moment, of disdain
An unexpected situation, and a regal main road

The statue in front, the candles in a stall
Blue, Yellow and Green, to burn a wishing sound

To be there again sometime in a newer stance

A young moment, an air of defiance, with a striker by my side
The tall ceilings, glass elevators and Majestic feel

The fountain stood in the middle, the size of a palace compound
Gold, Transparent and plated, to plead a romantic sound

To be there again sometime in a newer stance

A naive stance, pampering, with a glimpse of curiosity mixed with humility
A maze of turns, Loud colors, and make yourself happy machinery

The Steaming arch, the mirrored walls, with disbelief on my face
The crowded place, craving for an understanding soul mate

To be there again sometime in a newer stance


The Wishing sound, appeared, 2 months later, and blew away
The Romantic sound, arrived 10 years later, and glided past
The Understanding soul mate,  arose out of dust, and evaporated into mist



The sounds are silent, the feeling intense, no words are needed
When the moment ends before it can even commence