As we went together, yet another time
On a butterfly bus, towards fire,
To visit the mirage of a dusty library
And the enigma of a temple beyond gods,
Beaming at our wings invisible, I
Turned towards you, to tell you nothing,
Because the voice around would'nt
Let you hear me, and the conversation
Somehow continued in a butterfly kiss...
*A butterfly kiss is when you flutter your eyelashes on the other person's cheek:)
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chinu...loved all 3 of ur posts...but gs the first poem is my fav..and buterfly kisses...wow!!
when words touch, they do so via the cumulated memory in our senses: of course, it couldnt be otherwise, for touch is such an intimate feeling and words would fail to touch if something that really 'touch' doesnt carry them. the eyelashes, in a hasty hush, get together and part and brush a dear cheek - it could be nothing less than a poem. and this is such a fond poem :)
In simple words - I loved it Chinnamma! Something I really liked. Just a suggestion - not sure if you really require the defenition of a butterfly kiss down there. kind of screens the beauty!
Very nice poem..
and the kiss too..
Nice poem. Best wishes.
Good for people to know.
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