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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

06 January, 2005

Another Landscape

Your tongue paints shadows of the mist on my breast
While your fingertips trace the wild grass that spring from my navel
You drench me in fire as your lips move to another crevice
And the sun rises every time your eyes meet mine
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Melt away the silence of the icicles that have gathered in every crease of my body
I have been wanting to burst into rain



Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

And what splendid rain!

'spring' in the second line should be 'springs'. :)

06 January, 2005 15:10  
Blogger Max Babi said...

The makings of a Lady Neruda,
I must say, such passion springing
from such simple words...amazing,
simply devastating, Arundhati !


06 January, 2005 15:25  
Blogger dewdrop said...

sensuous and so beautiful.

06 January, 2005 20:51  
Blogger manisha lakhe said...

arundhati...what a season! reign on!

06 January, 2005 21:45  
Blogger jivay said...


15 January, 2005 11:54  
Blogger Aditya said...


Went straight to heart.
Reminds me of Nabokov for some strange reason.

Anyway, loved it very very much.

17 January, 2005 15:59  
Blogger Ashok said...

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17 January, 2005 17:40  
Blogger Ashok said...

You have a wonderful way to mould words into tight emotive sentences. And you are pretty prolific to boot.

PS. Still getting used to these interfaces, accidently deleted my earlier comment

17 January, 2005 17:45  

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