Thursday, September 3, 2009

A Love Poem


Me ; and he who reads poetry to me,
Entwined, Encircled and Enveloped in words

Those words which cease to be.



Picture by
coopnkai

12 comments:

  1. still hand in hand,
    bodies entwined,
    hearts a tangled mess,
    eyes are bright and full,
    thoughts are jumbled..

    fell for the forbidden fruit of indescretion.
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  2. Hi, Your post inspired me to write a poem which is posted on my blog...
    tc
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  3. Glad you guys liked it :) I had actually written a cynical poem about love and named it a love poem on purpose. Though I guess it has a different interpretaion too( like most of the things I write)

    This was a poem about a guy who read poetry to a girl and how the girl immersed herself in his words but those words 'ceased to be' i.e. never became a reality :)
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  4. Ok. I misspelt 'interpretation'
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  5. aww superb..jumped over from umans blog
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  6. Hi Priya,
    i know what exactly you're talking about!
    Thankyou for this poem,
    and also for being around.
    j
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  7. ghalib-e-khastaa ke bagair kaun se kaam band hain?
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