interpreting love

interpreting love

A Poem by vivekanand

The wetness in the evening light

  is  a paradox,

coming  with the only streak of light

that drifts into our common room...

the wetness reminds me of  darkness

and still air..

and also  a pristine voice  that

is clothed

only  with your prejudices...

it is a nakedness that talks to mine

it is feminine and motherly

and uncold ...

then it leaves me altogether

and

the morning light is  a perversion-

that brightness  is a poison 

© 2011 vivekanand


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Added on December 14, 2011
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vivekanand
vivekanand

chennai, tamilnadu, India



About
trying to find out seriously what i am.. i trained in medicine.. neither had the expertise, confidence nor the desire to move on as a doctor.. preparing for civil services more..

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