Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Love and Transformation

“Tell her that there is a person, in the moments of her presence, in the moments in which she takes breath, in every blink of her eyes and, in the movement of her hairs, who lives a lifetime…”--Anu

My love is transformed-

Into something I desired:


To justify the existence,

Of the words-

I never uttered;

To understand the smiles-

That never bloomed on your lips;

To justify my tears;

And with the flowers of mortal agony to-

Dress my bleeding heart.

[Picture Courtsy: Dustjacket Attic.]


Terri said...

I find this poem intriguing...
good job, Me Ho.

rohini said...

very weellll sir ji

Anu Lal said...

Thank you Tia Terri, and Rohiniji. Both of you are very sweet. "Lots of Love." Let that be our slogan.