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Sunday, December 18, 2005

A L o n g T I m e

Oh My! It's been a long time since I thought of writing. I am back and you know why? Because I feel lonely. All that I have is you to talk to when I have no one talk. This reminds me of a sweet poem, remembrance of someone. The poem was sent to me by my friend but it reminds me of someone else. How complicated is life? :D

To me you are a row of green characters, sounding lovely.
You are a flat letter, which can be kissed while feeling nothing.
Your name written low is reminiscent of a cat's fur and it
stretches, long, when I pronounce it. I would like to touch
you like I touch your name. But I am afraid of the moment
when I see your brows and lips. There are so many lines killing
tenderness and so many dimmed lights not whispering of love.
I would like to get to know you by touch, I would like you to
come over at night, bend over me sleeping, and leave again, just
like the moon. I would then stop watching my fixed window and
I would fall asleep snuggled in the scent you left.

posted by Srini at 10:49 am

1 Comments:

Blogger Vijayshryaln said...

cute 1.... but 'll tel later whether i understood r not : )...

10:05 am  

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