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

Golden Grey

Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Monday, February 09, 2009

It is on days as such
I feel alive very much
When winds talk to me
And make me feel free

In shimmering sunlight
That shines golden white
Everthing in my view
Looks serene and new

Those scattered grey clouds
They shroud from all doubts
Both my mind and soul
Now together and whole

I had a really beautiful Sunday!


nan said... @ 9 February 2009 at 12:58

I had a really beautiful Sunday!

So did I ;)
This sunday was not disastrous :P

Sanket Rathod said... @ 9 February 2009 at 13:08

hee hee hee!
i'm glad!

Usha Pisharody said... @ 14 March 2009 at 05:04

Grey is my fav. colour.

It glinted gold, in this poem! Thank you!

Sanket Rathod said... @ 14 March 2009 at 05:33

I see lately I've been 'colouring' a lot! I'm glad I picked one of your favs!

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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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