Remember the time when we were in love?
When the days collapsed into nights, where the roads chased dragonflies, where rain danced on roof tops, where the mountains echoed sunrise ~ it was the season of mistletoes.
Remember?
When we ran wildly after rainbows, when the trees wore the colours of olive and bronze, when the sun bathed the sky red, and your eyes sang poetry.
Or the time, when we lay naked on the grass, entangled like the roots of an oak tree, breathing into each other, while your fingers teased my skin, touring the outlines of my body, snaking the curves, as you blanketed me with your kisses.
Remember? I'm sure you do, for that's all I have to offer. Memories.
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Genre: Prose Poetry
Genre: Prose Poetry
7 comments:
It's getting better, darling, but still a long way to go...
May your park wish come true... I'm sure not all writer chicks end up like Arundhatti Roy!
Abhinav:
I think it is a very comming of age piece. One can feel the maturity in the writing surfacing. Keep up the good job !!
yay. yay.
i took that picture in the corner. :P
now to the post: the busride couldn't hear all of this, mi love. therefore, i go through it again.
season of mistletoes: lovely. i've already told you about the fact that very few things stand by themselves when we talk of a story. so, basically you need to have more to say. put in more. or write lesser. thats how this could be tackled. i mean, its either a lot or four lines, know what i mean? full prose or mere poetry.
thats how i work. [not much to say abt that, though. :P]
and stop being foolish abt charting genres when you've just begun. do *everything*. and then seive through it later.
wuv.
quite vivid eh.. pretty good i say.. but it leaves the reader with a craving for more.. no pun intended..some how i feel what had to be expressed dint quite come out.. or got buried in peripheries.. i read you and sense tremendous room for growth.. its a compliment.. besties for your performance tommorow..wish i could be there... muah!< restrict? i know.. i know..>
Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. How very pretty. Sigh. Wish this were a compliment. Bite me *Rado*! Haha! Having fun here. Idle after a long while. Who next now, hmmm.
compliment my arse! I'm sure you wanted to compliment me, but you're scared that your girlfriend will strangle thee before you see the next daylight! :P
haha, *bite* Tushie boy??
P.S. I'm still curious as to what you were carrying in your bag that day, but don't you worry, I shall soon find out! [evil grin]
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