Priyasha Mukherjee

Magical Meeting - Poem by Priyasha Mukherjee

When you came to me,
The waves had ceased crashing on the sand at our feet,
Time had stopped passing and blissful whispers drifted through the air.
It seems a mystery is unfolding, uncovering;
My heart said softly to me that my search was complete.

The grey began to fade as your colors filled up the surroundings,
I could hear the voice of the shining stars in the night sky
And the sorrows began to die.
As I see you, my heart skips a beat
And that's the magic happens every time we meet.

Comments about Magical Meeting by Priyasha Mukherjee

  • Subhankar Chatterjee (12/15/2012 12:41:00 AM)

    Nice one..: -) keep goin.... (Report)Reply

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  • Indranil BhaduriIndranil Bhaduri (8/14/2012 3:11:00 AM)


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  • Raihana Abdul JabbarRaihana Abdul Jabbar (7/29/2012 6:07:00 AM)

    Felt like I met my loved one...nice images..esp the spreading colors....
    Very nice poem... :)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 29, 2012

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