Oishee's Poems

Poetry is supposed to be the 'spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions (well, almost)....These however, are some crazy experiments and explorations in expression. Er...actually not even that. It's just my space :) Read at the risk of your impending boredom ;) The actual dates of all the poems is missing:( But does that really matter so much?:)

Monday, September 04, 2006

Hungry Songs

Fumes from nascent blooms,
Guide a naive love,
That wishes with surging desire,
A blend of warm touch,
To cocoon a throbbing heart.
While a sterile silence
Laden with prodding urgency,
Whispers notes of hungry songs.
And in the chaotic quietude,
We find...us

posted by Oishee | 12:36 PM

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