She stroked the photograph
Lying in her bed
Her love, transmitted
Through a two-dimensional surface
To a weary cheek in another continent
An attempt to capture the essence of my thoughts and put them in bearable prose, or worse (as the unimaginative pun indicates). Not too different from my scribbles on paper, only a lot more legible.
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- Father. Writer. Quizzer. Movie geek. Software guy. Music lover. Cricket follower. Dessert consumer.... You get the drift. The whole is the sum of all Parths. Author of 'r2i dreams'. Join the conversation at https://www.facebook.com/r2idreams
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You're reading my mind again.
Let me guess... this is set fifty years ago? :)
Lovely poem.
@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!
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..:).
@Pallavi: Thanks much. You definitely are on the list of readers - both on my blog and my FB account :)
Wow nice. :) Liked the short and sweet post.
@Ria: Thanks much!
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