Thursday, May 1, 2014

I's Love-Life

Wee hours of the night and day, and a shimmering stuttered me, 

With pangs for love, and thirst to life, how listless I would be

Such was so, then and now - as I worked, grew and grayed 

A 'life with love' and a 'love-ful life', I missed, yet I never craved

....a rhythmic answer to my friends' question, 'How's your love-life?', which then, had left me answerless for a while - May Day, 2014  
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5 comments:

  1. At the Shed of Trishna's Corner- Trishna's ShadesMay 2, 2014 at 2:38 PM

    Endearing : Tarun

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  2. At the Shed of Trishna's Corner- Trishna's ShadesMay 2, 2014 at 2:53 PM

    Rochelle : Very nice.. The listless word is raw emotion that will stopped a reader.

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  3. UnknownMay 4, 2014 at 7:57 AM

    My comment is represented in just one word: abysmal

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  4. At the Shed of Trishna's Corner- Trishna's ShadesMay 4, 2014 at 8:43 AM

    Cont:
    Mochamad Nurhestitunggal, May 4, 2014 : Its very deep, short but comprehensive, the selection of the words show the very high quality of the poem, Excellent, Speechless...

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  5. MMay 15, 2014 at 2:33 PM

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