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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The hunter

I lay silently on the ground. Waiting for eternity. Every breath seemed heavy.    My soul so lost. How joyful to be lost! Not in the past not in the future. But simply to be lost in the vastness of time. Beyond the bonds of time. The wait seemed an eternity.

His footsteps stealthy.  Measured. The ground beneath his feet covered with mud and grass. His breath as silent as moon shine. His hair shone with a silver lining. Hands as strong as wind. His chest wide and bare. How sweet will be our embrace. Safe in his arms. Far away from world. How sweet will be our embrace.                    
I stood nearby. But I know I have to hide. He likes to play... and I like to be chased. What he doesn't know is that I Am well aware of his every step... I know the rhythm of his breathing. I can smell his scent, a sweet mixture of sweat and meat.                  

I stand still today. It's time to surrender. My legs seem rooted and my eyes fixed. Enough of chasing and being chased. I stand still for my sweet surrender. For I know I have won inspite of losing..        


  1. Really needed to read this. I came here because I searched blogger profiles for One Fine Dayin a moment of boredom. Lucky me to have found a kindred spirit.

  2. Paul I do agree that really need to read this I am a regular visitor of this blog. I am also a blogger with today I come on this blog to say advance congratution for getting 1 lac page view

  3. Thank you for kind words... glad I started writing