28 August, 2011

Janani

Bridging the
gaps, an attempt, amidst
lifetimes of love
unexpressed.

Without,
those treacherous
teardrops, let us
now begin
where you and I,
said goodbye last.
Let us try and calm
those countless
expectations, waiting
in melancholy stupor
on that turning
where yours
were cradled
and mine were
crushed.

And yet, summers ago,
with shadows sprinkled on
the ground,
we had picked flowers,
tiny and pretty,
the fragrance of which
doesn't leave my hands.

12 comments:

  1. Love this, very evocative and beautiful!

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  2. Beautiful imagery! Especially
    "with shadows sprinkled on
    the ground,
    we had picked flowers,
    tiny and pretty,
    the fragrance of which
    won't leave my hands."
    Lovely!

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  3. expectation is the track of all our happiness

    http://www.deejusongwriter.blogspot.com

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  4. I am excited on the possibilities in here! Will the hearts cross together on the bridge? ;)

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  5. Visually sad and written so beautifully.

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  7. Who cud emapthise more with this than me? Touched!

    I am here ~ http://puplumages.wordpress.com/2011/08/30/whispers-of-the-soul/

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  8. Nicely written :)
    Loved these words -
    "where yours
    were cradled
    and mine had been
    crushed."

    Thanks for sharing

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  9. I love the pretty paradoxes you have here, beautiful "shadows sprinkled" .

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  10. So lovely and happy rally

    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/01/life-memories/

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  11. profound.

    keep it up.
    welcome joining poets rally today.

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