Love Hurts

Love
Hurts
Shove
Darts
In
Heart
Being
Smart.

Can’t
Smile
Rant
Pile

Spry
Cloud
Cry
Loud
On
Knees
None
Sees
Seize!

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Tried to write a Sonnet. A Bit Sized Sonnet, as showed by Pratibha. However, A Sonnet has only 14 lines and this poem exceeds that. So, it cannot be called a Sonnet. Hmmm... Will try again sometime... Till then, enjoy this :)

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge

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Meeting in Future

In a chilling evening of Jan
Somewhere in Japan
The sky was red with a hint of cyan
She called out to the blind man
She offered him her flan
She said, “I’m your fan.”

He turned to her span
And stretched his hand.

Tears in her eyes – out they ran
As she looked at the man -
One of her own clan
She could very well scan.

Zoom passed a yellow van
It ruffled the old man.
He fell down and screamed again
As the time when he ran
Away from her, as far as he can.

Her hands trickled the bran
As he fell on the lawn
She whispered aloud, “Tan!”


... thinking of a meeting, sometime, somewhere in the future ... would love to do that, but then, if I can't even see you??

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 17, 2009

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