Friday, June 03, 2005

Speak out

Love lurks,
Behind latched
Doors,
Beneath
Grass covered
Graves.
Let it out.
Let it out.

Love stays hidden
In the pages
Of a secret diary,
In the colours
Of an unfinished painting.
Let it free.
Let it free.

Love lies troubled
In doubting
Minds,
In questioning
Eyes.
Let it live.
Let it live.
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8 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:34 pm

    Words of love
    the mind recalls
    the heart yearns
    the soul cherishes
    Say it aloud.
    Say it aloud.

    What say, Rajesh? :)

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  2. Anonymous12:46 am

    :)


    The smile ought to say what i think :)

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  3. musafir3:48 pm

    @ravi: Ah, much flattered at your continuation!

    And yes, couldn't agree more Ravi :). 'Say it aloud' it is.

    @samudraa: :) - Thanks!

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  4. Anonymous9:51 pm

    Oh! the urge to break free, to speak out.... how well i know it!

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  5. Anonymous12:12 am

    ya right....look who is talking too...
    (not with particular reference to love) ;)

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  6. musafir9:51 pm

    @ brood mode: I was generalising! ;)

    @ kripa shankar: Writer's licence ;)

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  7. Anonymous1:03 am

    I read this more as a song than a poem because of the rhythm that it has. Well done!

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  8. musafir1:06 am

    @ .:a:. : Glad, you could feel the rhythm - I did indeed write it as a song, although didn't think it came out well enough to be spotted!!

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