Crawling on her tiny feet,
A misty evening of rains
Slipped in the yellow room
Wrapped in charcoal smoke
On the corner of a well-laid bed
She crouched beside me
And narrated stories of home
Of sweet tea and salty tears
Amid a noisy courtyard,
Between chuckles –
No one listened, no one saw
She came and left
Handful of your fragrance
She left around me
I’m inhaling it to survive
Lonely without you
July 25, 2007
-Neha
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- What About Love? by GypsyEyes.
500 points, ended July 30, 2008, 132 entries
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aww i dont get what this poem was about fully, but i do like it, ive full of vivid imagery, i really love this, all my love, kitty xx
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Meticulous Craftsmanship
Indeed, your sewing of words, into rags of verses is something that reflects your understanding very well...
Thanks for sharing,
warm regards to my li'l sister,
Himadri
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mind blowing....
i must say u should write books on poetry!
tc cr.
with luv and wishes.
smriti.
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Excellent
Absolutely wonderful... Touches you right out...
I love the last stanza
Handful of your fragrance
She left around me
I’m inhaling it to survive
Lonely without you
Keep up the talent!
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Neha, what a beautiful poem you've penned here... only your words have charisma to touch the readers soul... this reminds me on my days at boarding school... free verse at its best.... this is very Reminisce and touchy... this is as pure as your heart...
hope you are okay...
mina
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