Love in (non) poetry

Jan 13, 2009 19:33


The Night was soaked in moonlight,
his voice came to me, charming, like the fragrance of a rose.
The stars were under my feet,
My hand was in his.

Is it his smile, is it the flush of red glowing on his cheeks?
Is it his heart, is it the way it speaks my name in a rhythmic trance?
Is it his eyes, is it the way I drown in its languid depths?
Is it his lips ( Read more... )

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surendra January 14 2009, 03:46:12 UTC
That's the magic of love!
There is no way to explain it!

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nikitamehta January 14 2009, 19:53:41 UTC
there is soo much magic in love naa?!

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surendra January 17 2009, 00:27:34 UTC
Yes there is!

Pyaar sub se hota nahi par hai pyaar kya kisne jana?
Kat jaati hain umr pyaar ko pechanne mein
Jaankar bhi anjaan na bani, pyaar ka izhar karo
Kabhi to ikraar bhi karo!

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