Sunday, October 11, 2009

 
In her fleeting knock is everything -
Swift semaphore that maps
a cursory content; just
that hint of trepidation, and
the denouement before she moves on...

Labels:


Comments:
big words i dont get, not even at 32 :D
 
....and you an mphil n all :P!
 
no mphil. gave up on that bit of ambition :) stopped at MA, stuck at being a ma now :P
 
B.A. retire thheye chhey?
 
absolutely stunning as usual
 
thank you anon - tho' it is not 'as usual' anymore. more like 'unusual' if one could write like this any more :)
 
nice poem satyr.
 
Thanks Dude.
 
Thank you Shubham.
 
Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]





<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?

Subscribe to Posts [Atom]