Your eyes touch my face.
I feel like the poor pebble,
One among those hapless millions
that the heedless stream leaps over,
touches for a moment
And forgets in the next.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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8 comments:
Wow!
This.Is.Beautiful.
*Sigh* And I've read this just half a million times. I love it when a few random lines written by someone you don't even know (and in this case, whose identity you don't know either) can bring back so many of those memories that you've locked in drawers...this one does it for me. This sort of eyes-looking-at-you memory...damn, my sentences are becoming more and more incoherent. But I'm saving this one. :)
Beautiful
...ane yet we keep waiting for the next splash...
loved it!
love it!
Hmm...You rock as a poem writer... And the short ones are the sweetest which convey the meaning so effortlessly...
And i am feeling so damn guilty for not giving you your hanwriting analysis... I will catch u one of these days....After my tech fest !!!
love this one.kudos.
too good.
@clouds-thank you Deya.:)
@drenched-No you make a lot of sense.really.thanks.:)
@ashu-thank you Ashuu.:)
@Jadis-That's true!Thanks.:)
@Little girl-thank you dear.:)
@Zahid-thank you Zahid. and don't feel guilty!!
@Basu-Thanks.
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