Being Loved…
Love…
Your Vitreous Eyes …
neither Sovereign …nor pale…
hiding your innocent flush,
behind a cloud of sweet ignorance.
Why people who wish to conceal their heart,
forget not to reveal their eyes?
Love…
Even a languid glance of contest,
shall leave my heart less troubled.
For it will give a final caress,
to my dreams on the sand
taken away by a powerful billow,
and I stand… a feeble fellow.
Love…
Take off the sheath,
Rekindle the hope of my dying presentiment.
Or is it my fallacy?
For it was your never born thought…
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Sonali
February 3, 2007 @ 11:54 am
Just one word for it……superb!!
Abhijith J
February 3, 2007 @ 6:14 pm
@Sonali… Hey Than q for the comment..
ria jain
February 13, 2007 @ 5:44 pm
You seem to have a great experience of love but little confused at such a tender age.. probably you might understand it when you mature ..
Abhijith J
February 14, 2007 @ 11:47 am
@ Ria..Probably you are true.. but this one is an innocent attempt to understand what love truly means to us..
sank_the_monk
March 5, 2007 @ 7:56 pm
ARRE YAAR …DONT MIND BUT I DIN UNDERSTAND A BIT OF IT ..HEHE ..LEKIN ….BAHUT LOG JINKO MAINE TERA BLOG KA LINK PADHNE KO DIYA HAI ..VO TEREPE FULL FIDA HAI !!!!…..NJY!!!
Vanessa
May 10, 2007 @ 10:03 pm
really deep…n very well written.
Abhijith J
May 10, 2007 @ 11:51 pm
@vanessa… Thank you..