When you come to see me

January 1, 2010 at 4:03 pm 3 comments


Bring along a gift,
Wrapped in seraph paper,
Dabbed with the fragrance of autumn sprigs,
Tied in a knot of love.

Could be a precious smile,
Born in the spirited heart,
Grew with the skimming breeze
And lighted up your face.

Perhaps, a weighted tear,
Born when the frozen heart,
Met the warmth of love,
And trickled down your eyes.

May be a tale of sweat and blood,
Weaved with thine own brain or brawn.
Of love that labored in winter nights,
To keep the truth and shine the light.

Or, an idea in a trick box,
That lights up on opening,
Grows wings among fragrant fumes,
And one on each wing,
Carry us where magic brews.

But, Do not come empty handed.
You can not, even if you try.

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. sashu  |  January 1, 2010 at 6:18 pm

    ah! a beautiful write…come empty handed, we cannot ๐Ÿ™‚ lovely!!!

    Reply
  • 2. Deboshree  |  December 16, 2010 at 6:50 am

    I second Sashu. Beautiful write ๐Ÿ˜€

    Reply
  • 3. strider  |  December 16, 2010 at 4:42 pm

    Thnx ๐Ÿ™‚

    Reply

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