You can hear an imagination, feel a panorama shift…
The beauty of subtleties creating the grandeur,
Wafting temperaments skimming in delight
A smile that springs in pleasure negotiates the spectator to satisfaction.
The stage removed, emotions settling…
The fledgling sentiments take place in aspiration.
The performers eager for another round of hearts in rapture…
Wishing things were as in fairytales,
lost and reminiscing, the audience left to linger in their lives.
The untold and the splendorous stories saunter to tease,
the hearts that paid witness to this illustration of passion…
The intimacy of the emotions gives birth to ones that surprise in mystery.
The spectacle of ardor and coherence taking form.
Ah! The vignettes they create …
Tears in the eyes, rustles of trees and the pounding heart…
If only every performance should embrace the fervor,
Wouldn’t I be tireless in the recital of wishing you, till it be called so;
that they be etched and rise up that passion in every breath released.
26 april, 2010
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