Soumita Sarkar Ray

(Kolkata)

Beginning of love...


When eyes do all the talking alone
Lips need not stir or move any longer
Fumes of pain singe rise and groan
Almost a stranger suddenly grows fonder

Strings of restrain start flying high
Friend, who can control the race of mind?
Speech pauses and closer brushes sigh
Who could- my peace – can see and find?

In one dim corner of the heart housed
A clutch- a fold- a cut – a song- a pounce
For never had such emotions abused
me, so much as this titillating ounce.

Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (1/31/2014 9:30:00 AM)

    When sunrise and sunsets look suddenly beautiful
    And every face you see has a smile that's colorful
    And the blush becomes permanent on your cheek
    Know well, its the malady called love that's gone deep

    Very good write...............keep it up Madam (Report) Reply

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