Who arrested the evening?
Even in custody she glows
Their motion towards clarity
Like roots holding on tightly
But then the tree speaks
A fly sits on a leaf
Being a bee, a bee bees
And the evening is released!
Impressions of Evening’s Arrest
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
Story Of The Footloose 
Great poetry! Love the photographs as well 🙂
Thank you Mahmood. 🙂
How you make magic with the words it just makes me smile! Have I told you yet your photos are poetry themselves? Keep me in awe…I like it! 😀
\m/(o_o)\m/ Thank you Maureen!
🙂 🙂 🙂
wonderful
illumined
story 🙂
Glad you like it! 🙂
Love the way the pictures tell the story too!
It was the pictures that told me the story too. 🙂
This one is so different…
I have a good feeling about it though.
“Even in custody she glows”
That’s such a beautiful line 🙂
Thank you Tanya! Well… she does… 🙂
Love your penning Prashant.
Thank you dear Sobia. 🙂