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How often have we ignored them...
They are all around us.
nudging our inner senses.
yet again they call out...
yet again we fail to see hear them.
see them.
BUT.
They are never lost...
they are everchanging...in form...not essence
When will we finally see them?
learn not to morph them...
their gestures;just an other...
fluttering thought...
withering thought..
thought.
all the love
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Ye voyeurs
- Meghana Naidu
- Bangalore, India
- Nothing compares to the allure and power of the written word. An architect, a writer,a poet, I enjoy the occasional photography Love animals and would hate to live in a world devoid of them Music gives expression to the lost thoughts deep within me.... \m/
5 smoke wisps:
hello... wassup? new in the blogging ckt? i've been there a few months ... but haven't got the time lately so mine looks really boring... anyway.. u tc! lots luck!
---anu*
hey..cool poem...it's got loads of depth here...keep writing:)
now that's what I call confessions of a lonely soul.... it echoes so loud that it deafens you when you finish reading it and even if you lose your faculty of hearing, the reverberations linger in your mind for time immortal.....
nothing like a little comment from he who rises from his eternal slumber in the blog circuit only one every thousand years, and take a deep breath of the new essence that permeates... such is the essence of your words, speculative, a vague rant, perhaps i smell a lacking of structure, but maybe it is the very lack of structure that you pursue.. words of a disturbed soul, that not many would understand sadly...
@ nikhil
subtlety rightly caught.
sheer absence of structure is what im hoping will lend profoundness.
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