Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Saturday, October 04, 2008

For Amy

Close your eyes and think of someplace.
No, I can't take you but I'll try and paint.
Only I wish, all the colours you see,
I have on my palette before you dream.


Usha Pisharody said... @ 24 October 2008 at 12:50

Simple, yet utterly exquisite and tender in its intent, and craft!

Reminds me of a book by Richard Bach.. There's no such place as far away... or something similar:)

A little beauty! Your palette has the shades of it, alright!

Sanket Rathod said... @ 24 October 2008 at 13:58

I wish I could paint a "thank you"! Ha ha!

Mind you, I'm not really a painter, it's just that sometimes I find things/persons/places... just so beautiful that I feel that only a painting could do the utmost justice. Words tend to bend the beauty a bit though without reducing its degree.... blah blah blah... :)

nan said... @ 25 October 2008 at 22:24

Ur poems are such a rarity
i loved each and every word!
And am blogrolling u (of course wid ur permission ;) )

Sanket Rathod said... @ 26 October 2008 at 17:27

Thankyou "nan"! And ofcourse you can blogroll... that'll be my honour!

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ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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