rajagopal haran

Rookie (21.04.1962 / Tiruchirapalli-Tamilnadu-India)

083.While Trying To Colour My Sky - Poem by rajagopal haran

On the edge of the night
In the pin dropp silence
Spread all over
Words spray around
From the tips of your finger!

While appreciating
The letters without dot
I adore your face
That is a spotless slate!

Finding your face
That doesn’t have
any address to search,
Remember those days
Freezing cold engulfing
Your beauty!

Unable to express
The warmth I get
When you lean
Your head on my bosom
To those of you
Who find the heat
Only in the burning wood!

When the mind heats up
The senses to their base
Your embrace quenches
The towering inferno
That is difficult to share
With those who don
A skin of wool devoid of love!

Waiting for your glance
That can freeze my sweat
That can swell and shrivel
Spraying on the ground
Growing slowly the plant
That has love in its nucleus!

31 12 09


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 31, 2009



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