Ripples

>> Thursday, November 1, 2007

I’ll wrap you in my blanket
Kiss your blushing cheeks
Worship your tiny fingers

My tears stain
my tainted face.

I tiptoe to the river
Wade
to the reeds.

My weak hands
release you
The stifled wailing
ends
with strangled bubbles.

5 comments:

fresh_in_spring January 5, 2008 at 7:44 PM  

:O
ye write well mate, read the one below this last one too

Apoorva January 11, 2008 at 4:57 AM  

the subtle impact leaves me speechless dame..........
n today i thank u for bein d model in d 1st pic o ma blog(hands).....enjoy.....its ur day.....:P

fresh_in_spring January 12, 2008 at 7:43 PM  

gee thanks =p
you have another blog called hands? i dunt see the link to it anywhere =/

ROGUE VINDICATED January 20, 2008 at 3:38 AM  

Thank you dahlings! :P
Btw what Apoorva said is that i have honored her with a pic of mine on her blog http://picsbyapoorva.blogspot.com/

Bhaskar Pitla July 22, 2008 at 11:45 AM  

Hey u know what..this can be made in to a song..i am alsready humming the tune.:D

btw...long time no post, eh.