Sunday, September 6, 2009

monsoon afternoon

cubes of silence
fresh from the ice tray
slowly melt
.
on the bare back
of your whispers
half asleep
.
the fingers of my thoughts
trace the wet trail
teasing the skin
.
life pauses
listning to music
of aftternoon rain
.
your bedside clock beeps
struggling to push
the heavy time along
.

5 comments:

Preeti said...

Sigh!!
i loved this...

Shoon...im so glad i came in here.

ice melting on the bare back of whispers...
fingers of thoughts tracing wet trails on the skin...

amazing.

Shoonyata said...

preeti: looong time..was planning to send you a mail. wl do later this week. thanks..glad you like this....

Geeta said...

curiouser and curiouser.. :-) Lovely!

moochhi said...

back to some short simplicity...like it.

sift said...

smell of eeram...lovely...