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Voodoo

I will confess to the tree
About the times I had spent underneath
with you.

Rain tastes the same, feels the same
Brings back you and memories
Wherever.

I see sunrays draw many a tangents
Through the window over the shelf
Where you and I reside, mute, in albums.

You died once.
I die many a deaths each day.

For remembering you at moments when I wish not
And for I wish if I could remember at some others.
The flames overwhelm from both sides.

I jump.

I love winters for nature is at loss then.
Just like me.

And for memories that burn me from within,
I become a victim
Where life plays voodoo and I lose us,
All too often.

SoUmY@

Comments

Anonymous said…
You died once.
I die many a deaths each day.


touched !!
February 25, 2009 10:13 AM
Muse said…
Would come up with a biggggggg comment :-)
February 25, 2009 10:54 AM
Shal said…
Heart warming !
February 26, 2009 10:33 PM
Anonymous said…
Nice, nice..!

And a beautiful blog you have :)
February 28, 2009 11:17 AM
Shewolf said…
woooooo (you) do!

there was a frost, a bryon and there is you.
March 11, 2009 11:22 AM
Jadis said…
"And for memories that burn me from within,
I become a victim
Where life plays voodoo and I lose us,
All too often..."

And all so truly spoken too. :'(

Well written..
March 11, 2009 10:09 PM
Soumya said…
@ Pretty

Thank you! am too.

Rini,

I am still waiting.

Shal di,

:)


Saumendra,

Thank you sire!


Anisha,

A comment that I can put in photo frame and actually show to my friends :)

Priyad,

Thank you. I knew you will understand. :)
March 29, 2009 10:26 AM
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