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Friday, January 26, 2007

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…

7 comments:

Unknown said...

Just one word for it......superb!!

Abhijith Jayanthi said...

@Sonali...
Hey Than q for the comment..

Anonymous said...

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 Jayanthi said...

@ Ria..
Probably you are true.. but this one is an innocent attempt to understand what love truly means to us..

sank_the_monk said...

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!!!

Anonymous said...

really deep...n very well written.

Abhijith Jayanthi said...

@vanessa...
Thank you..