Dreams of an insomniac

Asmita PrasadFeb 2 2007

Combine reverie with reminiscence and savor a dewy spring morning breeze caressing your skin. Yes...that's exactly the charm that Rohit Bal's spring/summer 2007 collection holds. The smooth linens mesmerize you with their luminescence as the heavenly cuts and flowy trims take your breath away.

You wonder if you're not dreaming it all up, whether this could really be...

Caught under the same spell, I give you a few glimpses of the divine creations. Enjoy it with this delicious lyric by William Blake:

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I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen

Guarded by an Angel mild:

Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

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And I wept both night and day,

And he wiped my tears away;

And I wept both day and night,

And hid from him my heart's delight.

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So he took his wings, and fled;

Then the morn blushed rosy red.

I dried my tears, and armed my fears

With ten thousand shields and spears.

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Soon my Angel came again;

I was armed, he came in vain;

For the time of youth was fled,

And grey hairs were on my head.

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From the immortal poem, the Angel.

Images: rohitbal

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