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You lived
In my eyes
As a traveling teardrop
-------
In your hands
I saw the crochet work
Of love corrupted
-------
Across the room
You stood
Waiting for my words
To roll out the red carpet
-------
The night
Came to pass
In the space
Between our raised eye-brows
--------
The stars
Put to sleep
My passions; reawakened
--------
Sunshine stooped
To enter
Our eyes lowered
In mutual shame
--------
Those words
You dropped
Like coins in a box
Now clink, whenever
I call out your name
--------
These tears
Fall on the floor
And turn into
Letters of love
--------
Let me leave
These words
In your heart
As bookmarks
Of our love
(08/12/2004)
In my eyes
As a traveling teardrop
-------
In your hands
I saw the crochet work
Of love corrupted
-------
Across the room
You stood
Waiting for my words
To roll out the red carpet
-------
The night
Came to pass
In the space
Between our raised eye-brows
--------
The stars
Put to sleep
My passions; reawakened
--------
Sunshine stooped
To enter
Our eyes lowered
In mutual shame
--------
Those words
You dropped
Like coins in a box
Now clink, whenever
I call out your name
--------
These tears
Fall on the floor
And turn into
Letters of love
--------
Let me leave
These words
In your heart
As bookmarks
Of our love
(08/12/2004)
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anil |
14:42 |
2 Comments:
anil, i feel like a kid in a mithai shop... don't know which i like better (the 'crochet' poem is definitely ras malai and 'coin box' one the gulab jamun)...am slipping into a diabetic coma right now...
mindinmind: Thank you...I'm still trying to get there!
Manisha: Ah you love Ras Malai too...its like my favorite Indian sweet. Ok lets make a deal..in future, if and when I find myself in your house for a read-meet then be sure to have some Ras Malai around and I shall try and come up with some verse you like! Deal?
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