I will meet you yet againHow and where? I know not.Perhaps I will become afigment of your imaginationand maybe, spreading myselfin a mysterious lineon your canvas,I will keep gazing at you.
Perhaps I will become a rayof sunshine, to beembraced by your colours.I will paint myself on your canvasI know not how and where –but I will meet you for sure.
Maybe I will turn into a spring,and rub the foamingdrops of water on your body,and rest my coolness onyour burning chest.I know nothing elsebut that this lifewill walk along with me.
When the body perishes,all perishes;but the threads of memoryare woven with enduring specks.I will pick these particles,weave the threads,and I will meet you yet again.
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ReplyDeleteanju said...
ReplyDeletewowww such a touching poem
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A+++from me
Your thoughts are so beautiful and endearing
I shall weave your canvas into every folds of my heart forever
Anjali
May 30, 2009 12:43 AM
"When the body perishes,all perishes;but the threads of memory are woven with enduring specks"
ReplyDeleteVery well written..nice..:)