Preeth Nambiar Poems
|41.||I Threaded A Garland With The Memories Of A Spring||10/27/2013|
|43.||A Moonlit Night||3/18/2013|
|44.||To My Son, With Love||11/12/2014|
|46.||And Now, Hold My Hands O Mortal!||11/23/2014|
|47.||An Ode To Winter||3/18/2013|
|48.||The Longing For Her||11/12/2014|
|50.||Let Us Hide And Seek!||10/23/2012|
|51.||A Dream Of Yesterday||10/23/2012|
|52.||Kissing A Daughter Goodnight||11/12/2014|
|53.||Waking Up On A Rainy Morning||10/27/2013|
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A Dream Of Yesterday
Upon the bed, my arms are still on her chest and my breath close to her cheeks.
With me she is, through her golden silky hairs I move my fingers, slowly, softly
Without letting her know she is being caressed; here she is, my love!
When did I fall asleep last night, I remember it was raining outside
The moist wind peeping through the windows, the curtain moving aside
Opening my vision to the lightening on the sky, flashes on which I could see
Trees having shower on heavenly rain and I was listening to the raindrops.
I am trying to ...
God Of Love
Upon the clouds I travel, above you! Through the blue sky when they wander, see I am sitting upon them smiling at you! Invisible I am but see the beauty of the earth sparkling on my eyes during your nights of loneliness! Look at me, oh beloved!
I am the rain in the summer! When the clouds heavy with waters, collected on his long way, shower upon the thirsty soil, come dance with me blissfully! Hold my fingers; I will take you through the way rain walk, amidst the drops of purity!