Me ; and he who reads poetry to me,
Entwined, Encircled and Enveloped in words
Those words which cease to be.
Picture by coopnkai
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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
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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.
Hi, Your post inspired me to write a poem which is posted on my blog...
tc
^_^
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWw
Blissful! :)
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 :)
Ok. I misspelt 'interpretation'
aww superb..jumped over from umans blog
Thank you!
Hi Priya,
i know what exactly you're talking about!
Thankyou for this poem,
and also for being around.
j
short but great....
ghalib-e-khastaa ke bagair kaun se kaam band hain?
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