Written for Rebecca's Haiku My Heart..
She walks through the
remains of a sparkling night;
ah, festivities
Ah, festivities;
ashen faced morning finds
piles of burnt crackers
Piles of burnt crackers;
she hears the crackling of his
magical laughter
Magical laughter;
she carries his image in
her ignited heart
Her ignited heart;
a joyous, brighter, happier
Diwali for her..
RS:)
Sounds like you had a marvelous celebration, wonderfully put here.
ReplyDeleteMagical.... !! Really no other words
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I hear love being silently spoken during this celebration.
ReplyDeleteramesh-i have said this before and i must share it with great conviction today. your love for your wife is a gift that flows out through you to bless us all. thank you for this view of the interior of your loving hearts!
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