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When they met…


They met like the raindrops
meet the parched earth.
They embraced,
her face fitting perfectly between
the curves of his back.
Her arms around his waist and
his arms on hers,
talking about everything
till the seconds converted into minutes
and minutes into hours.
together till the sun set and
the moon came knocking.
They loved, laughed, talked and cried…
till her tears and his sweat
merged and
there was nothing
but some salt
between them.
They were together again,
and between them the time melted
and the moments froze.

Shubhra
June 28, 2008

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sounds a bit cheap 2 me!
2:41 PM
Straight Bend said…
I liked it.

RC
1:06 PM
Santosh Namby said…
This is very beautifully written.... I am no poet but can discern real poetry and feeling in these lines.... lovely....
11:52 PM
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