Wednesday, August 25, 2010

At Peacock Lake

The glassy blue of the fallen sky,
Creased with myriad ripples
That bound forth
To the waiting arms of the shore,
Like little children to their mothers,
Singing of peacocks and wild winds
That make the reeds, thickly spread
By the water's edge,
Dance in beauteous glee-
A wave of gold-tipped green.

And into my heart ecstasy drips,
Till I can swim in it-
Lake of bliss.

Peacock Lake is one of the loveliest and most popular hotspots in our campus and obviously, I am not its only fan. You might also like to see my friend Lipin's brief take on it . He has also put up a snap of the lake.


LIPIN RAM said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
LIPIN RAM said...

like the way u wrote that last line...."lake of bliss"..nice.

NEEYA ............ said...

The way u depicted the Peacock lake made us....say that ur poems r a source of Bliss:)

So nice Jinju chechi...

Jinju said...

Thanx, lipin nd neeya :)