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Insoluble

Hush!
Do not tell me yet
The words I want to hear.
Let the magic remain.
Let it linger between
The expected & the obvious.
And when I go wild,
Love me.
Your eyes for my assurance.
Your silence for my certainty.
If I ever ask
"How do you keep things vague"
Give me a kiss.
The buoyant feeling
Would replete itself
With the ethereal nectar.
....
...
..
.
And a bubble bursts!


SoUmY@


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Megha said…
WOW!!! As expected.. Another Beautiful Composition... Hw d u Say SO much in just a few wrds?? WOW!! m Flattered!!! AGAIN!!! :)
Great Going..
God Bless..
:)
March 12, 2008 12:25 AM
Rukhiya said…
Aww! Man! I jus wish every man understands the obvious wid such poetic sensibility :)
P.S: M suprised there are men who like the 'vagueness' :P
March 12, 2008 6:01 AM
Usha Pisharody said…
Saturated!

Won't, can't say more!! I couldn't pick anything, without taking what went before and after...:)

Ethereal, and yet so real. And it leaves me wondering..... the muse is special:)))
March 12, 2008 6:10 AM
Rukhiya said…
As for the decoration on the blog,guess v picked up the parallels,me at wordpress,u at blogger,fr the same theme :) same pinch here:)
March 12, 2008 7:17 AM
Sashu... said…
wow! beautiful... i juz felt myself well up...almost like a bubble in itself... n de best part itz still floating...a hazy lazy float!!

n happy, de bubble dint burst!!!!! :)
loved de write soumya! something so subtle n tender, yet hvin a punch! loved it!!!
March 12, 2008 8:35 AM
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