Sunday, February 20, 2011

Insatiable...


This love isn’t a flower

To have withered and lost

My love was a fire

It devoured everything

Yourself and me..

And when it asked for more

I showed my dear God.
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4 comments:

  1. CreativityFebruary 20, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    Soo Beautiful Fantastic Touching Write Up!

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  2. deepsFebruary 22, 2011 at 7:45 AM

    i wonder if love would wither and get lost!!!

    niways...

    this is too short i feel, leave us to guess more...
    but yes, you have reasons too, when the fire is still devouring...

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  3. adithyasaravanaFebruary 22, 2011 at 10:55 PM

    thanks sahana..everything is beautiful when the heart is filled with love..

    deepu..
    maybe love doesn't wither..but love was buried and a headstone was placed..I couldn't decipher the writing on the stone because whenever i try reading it my eyes become moist..
    and love isn't lost.. .. true..it gets transformed..rather transferred..and now the insatiable fire has got the inexhaustible fuel in-- HIM...and it is a long journey back home..do I make any sense?? forget it ..thanks for your insights..

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  4. SMFebruary 24, 2011 at 2:16 AM

    beautiful poem

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