Thursday, November 24, 2005

Death yet blue this time!

A plea,
a soft murmer
and a silence.
Your fingers tap
the rythm,
of my death
on a rosary
I panic
I cry
yet finally
I die-
I meet you in snow
and smile
a dying
yet so living a smile...


Siddharth said...

thats something wonderfully written
love you

wasted said...

it's a treat to hear such things from you. I feel like I used to write when I wrote those one pages in mmy green register. Remember?

serendipiduous said...


wasted said...

That 'awwww' was for the poem or for what I have commented?

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