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"Until we meet again"


One

Two

Three,they came and I lost my count.

All in an embrace

brown and blue with a band of white.

I clutched my ring

But missed the caress.

The waves faded into the waves

But I had no shoulder to rest.

The vastness ahead

swallowed my tears

and echoed

from a distant land

"Until we meet again."



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  1. NeethaAugust 20, 2010 at 7:45 PM

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  2. NeethaAugust 20, 2010 at 7:51 PM

    arah...i loved the poem with d image together..
    it perfectly conveys the mood of desolation...
    keep going..:))
    August 20, 2010 7:45 PM

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  3. Farah ZachariahAugust 21, 2010 at 9:39 AM

    thanx dear...but i hav serious doubts about it...its not intense...i wanted to convey d pain...but failed..i actly started it as a story bt dropped d plan in b/w.

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  4. NeethaAugust 22, 2010 at 10:11 AM

    hey...dnt drop tht plan...eager to read d story too:)

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  5. archiving meAugust 25, 2010 at 11:33 PM

    the poem doesnt hit you in the face with all the desolation, the effect is subtle and subdued...i think it's not always necessary to shout out the "pain" out loud, so i liked the poem:)

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  6. aravindAugust 30, 2010 at 7:38 PM

    sorry 4d late comment..

    i hav studied a russian poem called waves(think it ws writtn by pushkin), it comes like a shudder takes hold of us strangles us and leave us for peace, but only to repeat it the next moment.. somewher that echoes pain in its worst form..


    i agree wit sulfia chechi, pain is something so subtle that even language fails sometimes, bt the best work shows this void..

    nic 1 yaar, bt may be stories brings out the best in u:):)..

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  7. Farah ZachariahSeptember 15, 2010 at 6:22 PM

    @sulfia:thanx...its true...d effect can b subtle...but I feel dt if we try to voice d inner turmoil...mayb den...d pain is all d more difficult..
    @Aravind...yup...even i think so....so i will call ds an experiment..:)

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  8. safiyanyOctober 23, 2010 at 9:59 PM

    "I clutched my ring

    But missed the caress."

    whatever...it has its depth!

    im loving it:)

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  9. Farah ZachariahApril 20, 2011 at 7:38 PM

    thanx saf....:)

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