Splendrous was that moment
Of an eon ago,
When our paths met
Our eyes talked
And our souls merged!
Enmeshed in the million
Thoughts, fragrances, memories
Words and gestures,
We cocooned ourselves
Strand by strand-
Tightly. Securely. Completely.
And yet, Now.
The strand’s end hangs loose.
There is a constriction,
Uneasiness, of impending
Doom,
Loosing the strand.
I wish we weren’t
Loosing it,
and
Losing it.
Usha, 10 March, ’08
March 10, 2008 at 3:31 pm
some great lines in der!!!!loosing n losin it! 🙂 liked dat wordplay!!!
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March 11, 2008 at 7:28 am
hmmmmm, takes the breath away with that line.. losing it losing it !!!
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March 12, 2008 at 7:31 pm
speaks volumes … this write … it does!!! how love binds so closely and snugly … and how the instincts clamour at the hint of the closeness departing …. desparation and memories are so obvious in this …. and the pain and wishes so evident in the lines:i wish we weren’t loosing it and losing it!!
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