My heart is like a ripe raw fruit
bursting with passion
overflowing with fragrance
bursting with passion
overflowing with fragrance
reaching for the sky
and blooming with desire
but sometimes…
like a withered flower
brown, hollow
shrivelled
lost.
geekisiddiqui: 🙂 Aw shucks. And update is on the way.
Aasia: Thankyou:) I think I can. Its like I suddenly don't know how to write…I began and then I erased and then began again. strange.
OH: haha, I thought indians dont do ballet? *tried to imagine you doign a pirouette* 😀 Sometimes, sometimes its all deadlike.
h: Thankyou
SBM: You're right – there is no proper bloggin but I think it has a structure tha entails some details of your life. Yes, i read that recently, such a shame. Imagine living with history like that over your head.
what is proper blogging?
i like it when you get all sylvia plath (but not in that i-think-i'll-go-stick-my-head-in-an-oven-now way, coz you're too dewy for that)
hey, did you hear, her son committed suicide recently.
i like this too dew:)
Just for me? (does pirouette). You're just lovely dew. I like the poem. Bursting with passion hey?
Lovely Poem, I think your style might've changed a bit, but you can't forget how to blog 🙂
And I don't know how to reply to such artsy posts 😛 They are nice though 🙂
An update on just whats new would be cool though too hehe