These days,
A Shadow walks with me,
I smell the faint perfume of its body
When I turn around in an
Everyday crowded bus.
Sometimes, it overpowers me with its presence
When I bend to pick a fallen petal on the roads...
And, it whispers lullabies to me
At midnight, when I switch off the light
And turn back to sleep...
3 comments:
Awesome lady...do write more often!
How do you manage to find the most appropriate pic for your poems/posts? Amazing...
എങ്ങനെയോ വന്നു പെട്ടതാണ് ഇവിടെ. നന്നായിരിക്കുന്നു ഒരോ കവിതയും.
Hii....
A Malayali from Doha-Qatar.
An activist during the late 70s and 80s.. now an old lion licking the wounds .. ( or sulking ?? )
I dont know how I reached here..may be thru Orkut some common friends ?
The poems are greatttttt..... especially with the ambience of those fotographs... it creates a differnt vision.
I am in orkut
http://www.orkut.com/Scrapbook.aspx?uid=9065335559238710447
Byeeee
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