Friday, August 12, 2011

driblet by driblet

I woke up to the patter of rain and longing. I hear the faint sound of raindrops and wonder if any thing could be meaningful anymore. There's the slight chill in the air.. making my skin tingle..

 ... the pelting driblets.. 

I will be back.

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3 comments:

  1. NaveAugust 13, 2011 at 3:01 AM

    SEEPING...
    in tiny little rivulets...
    when it does...
    hurries my heart
    ....into sudden leaps..
    i curl into the warmth
    ...of your fingers
    that convey
    what it doeth may!! :)

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  2. NiyaaAugust 13, 2011 at 10:50 PM

    awww

    hold your heart,
    for it might scuttle off
    and then we will have to go
    a-lookin' for it

    ;)

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  3. SarasAugust 14, 2011 at 7:22 PM

    Tiny little drop
    That glistens in the sun
    Brings alive the Hope
    That good times have begun

    Very good post Niyaa

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