Reshma Ramesh

Rookie (20th April / Bangalore, India)

Reshma Ramesh Poems

1. Name Of Your Destiny 10/27/2008
2. Don'T Think Thrice 12/12/2008
3. Narcissist 12/17/2008
4. Love Fever 12/31/2008
5. Break Me 1/23/2009
6. In These Pages 2/4/2009
7. No Answers 2/12/2009
8. Trying To Get To There 2/25/2009
9. The Mountains Have A Memory 12/15/2011
10. Two Little Wheels And Two Little Feet 8/26/2008
11. Love Dont Come With Instructions 8/26/2008
12. Won'T Say The Word 8/20/2008
13. My Plane 10/1/2008
14. Between Our Hushes 10/28/2008
15. Kiss 12/12/2008
16. Never Mind 11/13/2008
17. Who Do You Think Should Win? 11/15/2008
18. Just Like A Man* 2/25/2009
19. Little Soldiers 3/3/2009
20. Just Think 3/5/2009
21. As I Bind You 12/31/2008
22. Valentines Day Poem-Remains The Same 2/7/2009
23. Change 11/23/2008
24. War 11/30/2008
25. Balcony 10/20/2008
26. Never Meant To Be 9/4/2008
27. Don'T Be Angry 2/25/2009
28. Love's Bouquet 3/20/2009
29. Without Her 3/21/2009
30. No Hope At All 4/13/2009
31. Can'T Escape The Cooking 6/5/2009
32. Letters To The Unknown*(Part 2) 6/30/2009
33. Love* 2/20/2009
34. If I Don'T 9/4/2008
35. Love Me Till Eternity 10/21/2008
36. What Is In A Name 10/21/2008
37. Life So Precious 10/6/2008
38. Lioness On Prey 10/11/2008
39. Lonely Day 9/25/2008
40. Make You Thine 9/18/2008
Best Poem of Reshma Ramesh

*as Beautiful As Me''

You cant resist my golden curves,
my haughty angelic reserve,
I am the colors in a painter's palette,
the irresistible Charlotte.

My eyes look like the sun in twilight,
fields of carnations smothered in sunlight.
I am as warm as sand, cool as dewdrops,
skin like the desert sand, making your breath stop.

I am sorry, you cant take your eyes off me,
Lilly of the valley, coral drops, potpourri
I am as true as a prayer, beautiful as a painting,
pure as mother's milk, ethereal beckoning.

It ain't my fault you fell in love,
...

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When I Was Little

when i was a little baby i crawled and drooled
i was the cutest thing i had everybody fooled
the only time i could make everyone wet
poopoo on without getting them all upset

when i was a little child i sat on my father's lap
put my lips to the water running from the tap
brought dirty puppies from the street home
believed in fairies, pixies and gnomes

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