Sunday, August 22, 2010

Damp Notebooks


All the dead leaves were alive again, glistening,
Imprisoning in their surfaces clear water like elixir.
My wet hair clung to my face, irksomely.
I glanced up at the turbulent sky,
How ironic it was...the rain, and you.

14 comments:

  1. This brought a smile to my face. I'm writing a poem on rain right now.

    Picture is wonderful!

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  2. :)
    Thank you! And I look forward to reading it. :)

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  3. You follow Abhinandan! Do you know him? And you follow Ujj! These guys are really good friends of mine :)

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  4. I know Abhinandan from school. I was his senior. :)
    And Ujjwal's blog was recommended to me by someone. I'm very thankful for that. He's brilliant. :D

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  5. Anonymous5:23 PM

    Bloody awesome!
    :O
    LOVE the lines that accompany the beautiful picture.
    :)

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  6. I swear, the picture and the last line- brought a smile on my face.
    Very short and beautifully written. I'm officially a stalker now :)

    -Cheers,
    Nil.

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  7. Read a nice note Today, after a long time.
    Thank you :)



    Also. I LOVE THE LOOK!
    Where did you find the option for this?

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  8. Namrataaa :) so happy you make me.

    I changed the theme! And the background accordingly.

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  9. Someone who suggested Ujj's blog= Me.
    I didn't suggest it, K.
    I told you about him.
    You found him all on your own and followed his blog.
    Nice post.

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  10. Thenkss menn Shrutika. :D

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