Thursday, March 25, 2010

My Love For You

Uyir PooLike rust, we blend
Into something neither of us are.
Clinging tenuously
To this world of prettiness
Until the all-pervading wind
Sweeps us away
Into far away lands
Where none understand our words
But lovers breathe us in deeply
And say
"Love is in the air".

3 comments:

  1. Parvati11:00 AM

    The concept of this poem is unique. The image looks less a uyirr poo and more a uyirilladha maram ;-).

    Nice.

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  2. Really nice poem. Liked it a lot!

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  3. Parvati12:46 PM

    Aah - this image is more like it. Thanks for paying heed to my comment on it, and changing the previous tree picture to this apt flower.

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