a sensation creeps up from behind me,
it is soft and sensual,
it nibbles my ear.
it whispers bottles of life into me,
while i stand stone cold sober,
looking out to the grey skies pouring rain.
this parched land quenches itself,
when will i slake my thirst?
instead i turn around to look at you.
4 comments:
Hi Sanjukta,
a beautiful poem ! Tough all lines are good I like the first para the most.."a sensation creeps up from behind me,
it is soft and sensual,
it nibbles my ear"
Best wishes!
pondy poem likho...chi....
why did i just notice it is you in the picture?
nice picture......
duh!!! didn't get the vernacular... i don't know why you didn't figure out that it is me in the pic before...
and thanks...
Cool blog, interesting information... Keep it UP »
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