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Melting into Hers

Do I owe life something
For that day,
Cladded in rain me watched
You dance
and smelt the air,
As if an elixir enthused nature.

Your subtle nod was enough
to catch me into shivers
and engage me in the
moment of reckoning.
A kiss hung in the air,
And it was so obvious for us
That we didnt realise
Untill they met.

As I held you
In pride of togetherness
and in the oath of love,
the moment,the rain and the horizon
all melted into us,
and we into each other.


SoUmY@





If
you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you
don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.
Sir James M. Barrie


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Comments

Usha Pisharody said…
:) loved it! The rains, and the elixir of love.. unbeatable combo!
And so the write had to hold that magic too...!
Anonymous said…
oho loved ur poem... how romantic..i wish koi mere liye bhi esa sochta :( ..hehe ..kiddin...nice one gablu...keep scribbling...
Anonymous said…
oho loved ur poem... how romantic..i wish koi mere liye bhi esa sochta :( ..hehe ..kiddin...nice one gablu...keep scribbling...

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