Hush
To velvet shades, generous breeze,
To unwalked streets, dusty ‘n rubbled;
To virgin green ‘n deeper dark
Come hither little secret, hold my hand!
Let’s walk on our own, on and on.
posted by Archana @ 3/14/2007 01:06:00 pm
miss honest
A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
To unwalked streets, dusty ‘n rubbled;
To virgin green ‘n deeper dark
Come hither little secret, hold my hand!
Let’s walk on our own, on and on.
miss honest
A tiny seed bottled inside, once broke out into a poem. The poetess loved it so much that even the spelling mistakes were spared.
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9 Comments:
this is ur internal feeling.. hard for us to understand.
but keep on writing these stuffs. after all this is ur blog. u shud record all u want to preserve.
It is too cryptic..difficult to really comprehend ur thoughts...
felt element of loneliness...
it's so lovely, i feel almost reluctant to plop in a comment lest it become an unwanted ripple amidst the sounds of silence....
keep going girl!
loony
ripple amidst sounds of silence... awesome leeno... waiting for the story of leaves
Like this line,"Come hither little secret, hold my hand!"
and awesome Loony strikes again, huh!!!trust her to come up with something like that....
Though some of ur poems went over my head,Enjoyed "A Poor Man's Dream".
Yaya... as Loony as always... But Budu, you read that story (leaves)? I am waiting for it.
Some poems over here have a background story. And I haven't described that. That's why they look so alien. And plus I have to improve loads. On the learning curve :).
Feels good to know that you took your time out to read them. I know thanks will be so out of place. Can't think of a better word though.
that's a delicious comment... thanks again
hmmm the forlorn ...among the ruins of my dream ,I walk with only my shadow to talk with ....
This poem... I revisit it every few months... its one of my favourites..
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