Thursday, April 21, 2011

Pipe dream

Your laughter across the miles;
Scattering low, like delight's faint echo,
It has flown here and now perches upon my heart;
Gurgling and beaming gently,
Like a lake in the shade of the reeds.


Basque-Land said...

I like this poem. Laughter is powerful and I remember those that have passed (or not passed) and yes their laughters "gurgle and beam" and keep me afloat.

Nazia Mallick said...


May lots of laughter come your way and keep you afloat!

Anonymous said...

Nazia, I enjoyed your poem very much. I also love your photo that you posted with it. I found your blog thru William's blog. Thank you for sharing this lovely post with us.


Nazia Mallick said...

Hi Jan

Thank you very much for reaching out so warmly and for your kind words.
I just went through your posts.
Nature is my favourite subject and it is wonderful to lose myself in the world you have conjured with your lovely paintings.
Keep it up.

Stickup Artist said...

Hi Nazia, I came over from William's blog. He is such a lovely and generous soul so, as the saying goes, a friend of his is a friend of mine. Congratulations on your book. What a major accomplishment!

I was taken, overwhelmed really reading your short story "Looking Thru the Glass Pane." That crust of bread left behind is a haunting image. So simple yet so powerful. Life is sometimes so cruel, such a mystery. It is indeed a blessing to find enough peace to recognize and enjoy beauty when it is present.

Nazia Mallick said...

Hi Artist
What a wonderful way to connect from afar. A while ago I was lost in the beauty and magic of your world that you have captured with your camera.Wow!
I was reading some of the comments on your pictures and I agree with the rapturous responses; each one of them.
Thank you very much for your generous words about my book and my work.
Thank you for "feeling" that post so deeply.
William is indeed a beautiful man. He has a way of touching hearts effortlessly. Yes, a friend of his is my friend too.
I am glad to be your friend!!


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