Monday, October 05, 2009

For me.


Another one, yet again, for me.



She
is a book,
held shut
under the eyes
that seek to read her.

Touched
by the hands
that know only to write,
She
will reveal her pages,
colored blank.


--





and from before





6 smoke wisps:

Shamanth Huddar said...

humbled, yet again :)

Meghana Naidu said...

it took a long time getting here, but its better now don't you think?
;)

Shamanth Huddar said...

yes yes :) very much :)

Grayquill said...

Thanks you for the very nice comments you made on my blog. Poetry - I can't write it and I don't understand it. Maybe I am just a lazy thinker.
I'll be back

ki said...

You're good. :)

Meghana Naidu said...

@grayquill
ive heard that before ;)
but you're in luck, the writer i mention above writes some excellent prose,
you should go visit
thanks for dropping by!
:)

@ki

thank you :) but the one above is not written by me
its written 'for' me instead ;)

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