Sunbyanyname: AMARANTH

Thursday, 23 December 2010

AMARANTH

Like a gentle rain
On a placid pond in wilderness
The memory of our tryst forms
Never dying ripples
Each one capturing
Those brief moments of togetherness.

Did you at that time know
That the twinkle in your eyes
The softness of your lips
Your looks, your scent, your laughter
Would remain with me forever?

Indelible…unfading.

And I would search for these
In the pearl drops on lotus leaves,
In yellow flowers of joy
By the gurgling brooks;
In the haunting song of cuckoo
Pervading the silent secrets of woods.

Did you know that I would
Eternalize each whisper,
Each colour, each touch, each look
Each song, and each ditty
And treasure them
As a Life Time's Achievement Award
For my undying love for you?

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smiling soul24 July 2011 at 19:41
this is lovely poem...good jumble of nature with ur life ...

keep writing & smiling always :)
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Sunbyanyname24 July 2011 at 20:05
Thanks. The poem is special to me.
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Amit Sethi25 June 2012 at 22:15
Beautiful!
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Bina Biswas26 June 2012 at 07:16
ah beautiful reading...you seem to be an excellent poet as well.
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Jayashree Srivatsan26 June 2012 at 11:39
Wow! Thats beautiful poetry :)
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umashankar26 June 2012 at 21:01
A poem of a breathtaking beauty.
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