Tuesday, November 14, 2006

From the soul

Something I had written quite a while back, suddenly came across and wanted to archive it somewhere...

You are, I am, we are...

Undying rising love.
Beyond words, senses, touches or dreams.
A growing spiral, a rising crescendo.
A starry night, dewdrops, flowers,
streches of green, wet mud, rain.
A growing pang.

You are, I am, we are.


At 2:20 PM, Blogger raghu said...

we know who is freind when one decides as we not i.
i wrote dis poem 4 my best freind on he last day of skool.. ur post kinda reminded me of it.


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