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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Friday, July 06, 2012

Conversations...

The mobile phone can sometimes be a wonderful thing... this is one of those times... My friend D and I made this entire poem over sms' something that we haven't done for years... So here it is...

D:
There
Split in half
Perfect chasm
Or so it seems,
Here,
This piece of moon i shall give you,
And bind you
to this eternal darkness...

M:
The eternal darkness,
I shall shroud myself with,
And steal some of your sunshine,
and lighten up the lives,
of those you have bound before

D:
The hollow sun,
The rusted shine,
Take the heart and let the shroud come alive

M:
The rusted shine,
Bursting forth,
A million stars,
Speckling the shroud,
Alive, anew
With Sparkling dew,
have it... go on... eat...
As gods were born this way,

D:
The newest of them,
The small little gods,
drawn, erased, redrawn, erased,
Faint outlines,
... touched with those lips...

M:
Thats what they do,
With hollow suns
Take the little rays,
And paint the Halos,
On little Gods,
Gods casting shadows,
Thats why i steal,
Steal sunshine from you love...
Mere mortals take better care,
They take the moon and make love,
Take sands and make castles,
And even borrow my shroud to look for their lovers....
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