Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
seasons of eternity--Writers Island
there never is any spell to profess love eyes play their part ears are attuned to beat of heart fingers make imprints on skin palms span it with blind faith
sensitised to core emotions surge out even though hidden slight movements create havoc nothing is demolished except for barriers
entwined limbs hold seasons of eternity celebrating togetherness of being.