Friday, October 22, 2010

Transference

She stroked the photograph
Lying in her bed
Her love, transmitted
Through a two-dimensional surface

To a weary cheek in another continent

7 comments:

Vidya said...

You're reading my mind again.

mystic rose said...

Let me guess... this is set fifty years ago? :)

Lovely poem.

Parth said...

@Vidya: I suppose that's a good thing? :) It is the principle of generic sentiments that makes us all read others' minds.

@Mystic Rose: I actually never thought of it that way :) I assumed that even in this day and age, people have physical photographs. I know, I do ... occassionally. It could be interpreted to be the smart phone of your choice too!

Pallavi said...

Nice!

Btw, I may not put a comment (just for the sake of it) on every post, only because I may not have something appropriate/interesting/ witty to say but I do follow your blog pretty regularly, just so you know (referring your fb status). So I hope I am one of the 3/4 regular readers..:).

Parth said...

@Pallavi: Thanks much. You definitely are on the list of readers - both on my blog and my FB account :)

Ria said...

Wow nice. :) Liked the short and sweet post.

Parth said...

@Ria: Thanks much!