Seamstress
I weave a web of fairy tales
The temptress paints a fantasy
Whims dance gaily like little nymphs
Beckoning reality
The nimble needle deftly moves
Seamlessly, through satin sheen
When within a fold, she stops
In or out or in between?
Two colours gently intertwine
Hues if a song are melody
Merrily they spiral around
Taut, in balanced harmony
They move through thick and thin by turns
A lilting echo in their wake
Enticing steps, a charming tune
I hope the thread will never break
The temptress paints a fantasy
Whims dance gaily like little nymphs
Beckoning reality
The nimble needle deftly moves
Seamlessly, through satin sheen
When within a fold, she stops
In or out or in between?
Two colours gently intertwine
Hues if a song are melody
Merrily they spiral around
Taut, in balanced harmony
They move through thick and thin by turns
A lilting echo in their wake
Enticing steps, a charming tune
I hope the thread will never break
posted by Soumya at 8:24 PM
5 Comments:
hmm. did you have to wait at your tailor's for a long time :)
maybe its the music i was listening to while reading it, or maybe it was jus ur choice of words... but tht was really good. Maybe u shld write a fairy tale instead. i'm somewhat of a specialist in it...the gory ones are my fav :P
btw, the song is called Anayat. Its in Persian, so you probably wouldn't understand the lyrics.. but then you really dont have to. the music is soulful.
OH no wonder, the poem was in turkish. Thats why.
ooh, i like :)
hey nice one!
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