Monday, May 23, 2011

Vermilion

When you didnt come
on my way ,
everything was as
everything was,
The horizon was
as it was,
the way was like the way,
the wine glass
was like the wine glass.

you came....
The way, the wine glass
the grey sky, the horizon
All began to melt,
red , intimate
like vermilion heart.

@ amiyo
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7 comments:

  1. UnknownMay 29, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    :) could it be that things do not change rather the way we see them does, before and after a fleeting love? :)...i've said this..lovely..

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  2. Amiya chatterjeeMay 30, 2011 at 12:30 AM

    You changed it all!!

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  3. Tulika VermaJune 3, 2011 at 10:02 AM

    This is beautiful Amiya! Thanks for your lovely comment on my poem (Write To Me A Poem) on Ah Poetry. :)

    You can also read me at: Indulgence

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  4. Amiya chatterjeeJune 4, 2011 at 1:05 AM

    Oh How wonderful Tulika! This a pleasant surprise.Straight to my cave .You are most welcome .Drop in any time and let me know your blog id too. and join me in Fb if you can

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  5. DreamsOctober 10, 2011 at 8:50 PM

    from birth till death everything changes, except the change which is constant..........

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  6. Amiya chatterjeeOctober 13, 2011 at 7:54 AM

    @ Swapna Hmmmm So Impermanence is prmanent too

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  7. AbhishekDecember 28, 2011 at 9:37 AM

    Lovely, so descriptive, yet so subtle !!! :)

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