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Never Too Late...


Whisper in my ears
the anthem of love,
For today
I feel not welcoming
The fear of
Snapping the thread yet again.

Could we ever
Imagine that
whimsically Together
The bond would only
grow mature!

"Insane are those who are
In love
And more so are them
Who realize what they are into"
You only had told me.

Today
As I can emote so,
An epic of love won't do,
A monument would only exaggerate.
Proclamation will
Defy the magic of silence.

So,
Being a paraplegic
Who played with the icicles
Knowing winter isn't going to
Last long,

I want to build
you and me
A shade of love


And this time...

Pray no rains...


SoUmY@

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Usha Pisharody said…
Being a paraplegic
Who played with the icicles
Knowing winter isn't going to
Last long,

I want to build
you and me
A shade of love


And this time...

Pray no rains...

Love, yet again, a differnt shade this time, unconditional...? I am not sure about that, but its the paraplegia of the soul that grips my heart here...
And yet, the intention to delve and paint a new shade...

That is truly inspiring!
A yearning write, one which, with this first read, really haunts...

Wl be back for more, later..:)
May 06, 2008 10:47 AM
Rukhiya said…
Being a paraplegic
Who played with the icicles
Knowing winter isn't going to
Last long,

I want to build
you and me
A shade of love


And this time...

Pray no rains...

Lump in my throat!!! And yes its never too late to whisper and reinforce what we subtly keep tacit!!
Unconditional love- your writes are synonyms :)
May 06, 2008 10:57 AM
Rukhiya said…
Proclamation will
Defy the magic of silence.

Loooooovvvvveeeee this line!!!
Actually the entire write :P
May 06, 2008 10:59 AM
Sashu... said…
i wanted to pick doz very lines...but as its already been, i'l leave it at dat! a brilliant verse...that touches the heart, to love and emote and feel n hold back- all in sheer abandon!

beautiful!!!!!
May 08, 2008 11:40 AM
BirdBrain said…
My dear... tell me which rains were those that have made the art in u so fertile?
Awesome!
November 29, 2010 7:26 AM
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