I was holding her feet,
admiring her uneasiness.
Still finding a word
to describe that coziness.
She said mom will scold,
but I was bold.
She took my hand &
a book from the stand,
She said "this is my past,read it fast,
then decide our fate before it is late”
Meanwhile,
she cooked chicken &
brought it out from her kitchen.
We sat to eat,
ah...all the while, there was a
increase in my heart beat.
The food was salty but
still I said it is tasty, with a smile.
She didn't knew until she ate,
in fact she then ate it from my plate.
She felt too bad &
was very sad.
I tried my best &
made her laugh, smile, giggle,
as this might be the last time
I'm seeing her in my life time?
Though I left her at her home,
she never leaves me alone.
Memories will carry
even after final Ceremonies...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Memories...
Thoughts of
J Vasanthan
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2/14/2007 07:11:00 PM
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11 comments:
That is a nice one, it adds mass to my heart....
hey dude, r these true incidents?
like all of them.
these are true incidents
Your poems are good man. I can feel them and thats the best part about it. Keep writing my friend! -Himanshu Vora
Darkness Dies-In Immortality's Light,
Darkness dies
Infinity's Smiles,
Eternity cries.
~
hi,
your poens are too good.
thanks to see my blog.
yaa, i like cricket and kareena is my favourite actress.
what about urs.
macha when did u start trying poems....not bad...
hey vasanth! i like this one than the next one...nice one...i want to talk to you...
I Can't Handle It
I just cant contol my self, can't be with you anymore,
seems I'm addicted to the way you used to touch me.
I dont think they understand, why I love at your command,
from the words you used to speak so deep ; our bodies reed we had to have each other.
I love you still, your perfect, a manefestaion of my dreams.
You make my body feel, about a million different things.
I think God had once made you for me, a mix of passionate fidelty.
I like this one particularly. Very quirky i must say.But it does hit home, i can relate to it.
like the way it is told...
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