Friday, December 3, 2010

Riddles


Wriggling between drops and waves
Come sacred verses
Sanctified in blood and death
With lies and love hidden, camouflaged

Crisscrossing lines of fate and destiny
Come bloody words
Shrouded in veils and wreaths
With thorns and myrrh wrapped, perfumed

Preening through pride and moss
Roll stony silences
Encased in poems and smoke
With polish and finesse swathed, draped


1 comment:

Nithya said...

Happy Heart,

Conflicting emotions come naturally to women. Enjoy them and evolve. :)

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