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

Red Horizon

Published by Sanket Rathod under , on Tuesday, December 23, 2008

She silently watched the horizon turn red
The day satisfactorily coming to an end
His breath played softly caressing her neck
Her hands still lay held in his hands

He silently watched the horizon turn red
The day grudgingly coming to an end
Few loose locks played softly on her neck
His hands still lay held in her hands

They silently watched the horizon now red
The day had to, had come to an end
He held his breath, she closed her eyes
And wished each other to let go today


nan said... @ 25 December 2008 at 18:05

Mushy mushy :)
Very subtle ;)

Sanket Rathod said... @ 26 December 2008 at 01:58


Usha Pisharody said... @ 1 January 2009 at 02:45

I like the way the two perspectives merge into an unspoken meeting of a single perspective:)


Sanket Rathod said... @ 1 January 2009 at 23:13


well, I'm glad you liked!

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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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