Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Hmmm...

Candle melts and fades away...
Oil burns and fades away...
Wood catches fire and fades away...
But love becomes the grandma's cup,
Which you hold upturned for hours,
Collecting the fragments of smoke,
Turning them into Kohl;
And lovingly I put thy love in my eyes,
And again the world becomes beautiful and whole.

6 comments:

dwaipayan said...

awesome man!!!!!!!simnply awesome..u two will make a awesome poet couple...

adi said...

i luv u mrs poet ;)

adi said...

and when many years have passed by, and you have become a much loved grandma, he will hold that cup in his trembling hands, and line your eyes with love...

deepti said...

dwaipayan: thanx for the wishes.
adi: kuch nahi...

adi said...

tere kuch nahin aur teen dots ki to aisi ki taisi... le meri teen dots!!! aur ye teen exclamation marks as added bonus

deepti said...

Adi: thanx 4 d exclamation marks...

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