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.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
transient
it is two o'clock- time when someone else’s love becomes transiently yours
Hi Gautami, I planned to meet you in my dreams You dreamed you'd meet me too No accident of fate or chance We planned our dreams We chose romance Every night at two...
18 comments:
Hi, I think we exchanged posts from my book review site about 2 years and when I start the random short story site. Small world!
Agree, the dark hours before the dawn are when you have to face your own companyHere be mine.
Stopping by from Carry On Tuesday-- I love this. I am a sucker for a good haiku. :) I want to know the story here.
Nice one! I like the links:-)
Not tonight - I'll be watching the football match (6 hours time difference)... Come on City...!
I can only think soap operas...;)
and it was 2'o clock when I lost 1hr to the summer timezone..
Hi Gautami,
I planned to meet you in my dreams
You dreamed you'd meet me too
No accident of fate or chance
We planned our dreams
We chose romance
Every night at two...
<3 perhaps?
Is it because you can hear them from the next room?
What's special about 2 o'clock? AM or PM? nice haiku
Nice one :)
Marinela
old Grizz is in awe...so much said,,so few words...nice post
To me it is the term of "someone else's love". This put's the lyrical I into the role of a love-eater. Tough haiku.
Best wishes
Ralf
seductively mysterious.
specifically unspecific, leaving you wondering, and everyone else *smiling*
oh yes, 2a knows all of our secrets! Well done
Very nice!
oh man my mind wonders.... possibly a cup of soothing peppermint tea....
Hi - Carry On Tuesday has a new address. Hope to see you there. Keith
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/
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