One moment I want to write
then I think I don’t want to
let the thought be
somewhere just a passing memory
let the thought be
like a rusted anchor
of some sunken ship
forgotten. green moss
paints it green.
let the thought be
like the dead guy
waiting in that vacuum
at the start of the aisle
Waiting for his God
to make up his mind
Sunday, December 02, 2007
let the thought be
Posted by
Jui Chitre Deshmukh
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7:45 PM
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Hi. I read through some of the poems on your blog. So simple and natural flow of thoughts. Enjoyed them. Liked your blog very much.
Darshan
http://dsn.reflections.googlepages.com
Jui.... lovely..... especially the last 2 lines...
You're named after a beautiful fragrant jasmine flower... your words are just as beautiful.
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