Wednesday, July 06, 2005

On Possession

An invisible fence;
A magician's ropes,
To blind our sense
And entangle our hopes.

Maybe love is a pullover
To don on wintry nights.
Possession a means to lower
Us. From such dizzy heights.

posted by cue. @ 11:51 PM

5 Comments:

At 1:42 PM, Blogger madatadam said...

nice one da...

wat colour the pullover... and wat ladders employed to reach the heights? :-)

totally btw - (all punny(recursive(curse.. ok will take the cue :D) too :D) yeah :D) - if u remember what i asked u after footer a long time back, what is poetry? why poetry? still cant come up with anything sensible - put fundaes :-)

 
At 11:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Really nice da Total. Write MORE!

-Peau

 
At 2:16 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

good one. also check out:
http://rainbard.blogspot.com

 
At 11:03 PM, Blogger cue. said...

@Shyam - i kind of lost you somewhere in the brackets da :) But I do remember the gist of our conversation and can claim no further knowledge than two years ago :( But going by your 4 Seasons poems, you seem to have got it down pat da.

@Peau and else - THANKS! and also, WILL!

 
At 6:28 PM, Blogger Blabber-blogger said...

Nice blog you got here, cue.
And beautifully written lines..

Will check back again. :)

 

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