I open you and
pick one of the
several seeds inside.
First one rolls.
I bethink of a bygone
memory brushed aside.
By the time the
flavor of the second
fills my heart.
I behold the image
beloved friend
now miles apart.
Midway through the
third, I realize that
my cheeks are drenched.
Wiping away the damp
salinity, I stand.
My heart wrenched.
Exhausted with the
gush of fervor and remorse,
a sequel of your rhythmic course,
I close you with a sigh.
.
.
My Pod and I.
Golly am amazed at Apple's naming skills ;)
Nailed
3 weeks ago
13 comments:
Hehe..
Loved the twist in the tale..:D
So very your style..:)
Wiping away the damp
salinity, I stand.
My heart wrenched. <----
Thats where the beat lies !!!! Gosh are you kidding me ..this aint amateur to the most remote imaginations !!
\m/ Love it every bit \m/ Keep the words coming dear !!!!!!!!!!
now THAT is SOMETHING!
good one!
Ah interesting it is!
u make me hungry till last line and then take away the apple? :P
how mean! lots of icecream for u when we meet..! ;)
better than your best ;)
Haha.. What an amazing piece you have composed there! Love the element of surprise here!
Thanq
Ash ;)
id rather eat an apple... steve jobs rules...
puriyaama pesuradhudhaan nalladhu
www.chronicwriter.com
u keep surprising all everytime!!!
Beautiful at how u nibbled at Pod and seeds..
nice nice :D
आपके लिखने की कला बहुत पसंद आई मुझे ...बहुत अच्छा लिखती हैं आप
मेरी कलम - मेरी अभिव्यक्ति
my pod and i :P :D
nice one nan
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