Everything is double -edged and nothing is passe.. The ripeness of a fruit is judged by the season but the ripeness of a seed is judged by the moment... Everything that is surreal has a base which is as close to reality as reality itself.... I would like to hear you spell my name... Not because i have echos which sound same.... But becos i too like the game In those squares, beyond carefree hassless of a life so lame.....
u know the signature, dont u????cheers
Jyotsna
· 4 years ago
there is an element of happiness and inner child in this poem of yours..I loved reading it :)
Arun
· 4 years ago
Beautiful!
~ A
Srini
· 4 years ago
Lovely..really lovely.
Only you can !!
Jane
· 4 years ago
wonderful... I talked about names too in one of my poems...
Winny
· 4 years ago
Nice... was really cute...
Handa
· 4 years ago
u got the phrase "page 3 of blogging" from me or some other source?
S
· 4 years ago
Very beautiful!
The Lone Rangers
· 4 years ago
Truly from the heart IS.
IdeaSmith
· 4 years ago
The link and the phrase both from your blog, Handa!
couchpotato
· 4 years ago
Excellent poem. Who's that 'you', btw? :thinks: Think it's time to chisel that pokey nose I have!
IdeaSmith
· 4 years ago
Couchpotato: Definitely somebody special....a playmate is never ordinary.
Handa
· 4 years ago
u upgraded ur compu and got a voice recognition software?
Brad
· 4 years ago
The glittering eye that sparks my heart, The twinkling smile that touches my soul,
And as we make love through words and names, She flutters her angel wings, ready to go,
I call out to her to make her stop, Beckoning to the other side, my life, she whispers,"Pssst...Let's go.".
infinity
· 4 years ago
wonderful!
blokes
· 4 years ago
this is simply the most beautiful poem I have read in a long time. ty
Arunima
· 4 years ago
I-d-e-a-s-m-i-t-h-y
how did it sound? :-)
Nut-khat
· 4 years ago
simply beautiful- to the femalke mind atleast, god knows wat men will amke of it?
All Comments
Everything is double -edged and nothing is passe..
The ripeness of a fruit is judged by the season but the ripeness of a seed is judged by the moment...
Everything that is surreal has a base which is as close to reality as reality itself....
I would like to hear you spell my name...
Not because i have echos which sound same....
But becos i too like the game
In those squares, beyond carefree hassless of a life so lame.....
u know the signature, dont u????cheers
:)
~ A
Only you can !!
:thinks: Think it's time to chisel that pokey nose I have!
The twinkling smile that touches my soul,
And as we make love through words and names,
She flutters her angel wings, ready to go,
I call out to her to make her stop,
Beckoning to the other side, my life, she whispers,"Pssst...Let's go.".
how did it sound?
:-)