i always place fork with spoon
vinyl record with show tune
salt and pepper in pots
line trophies together of battles well fought
i keep tea and coffee together
and animals attached to their fur
i places shoes and socks good to go
and lamps awash in their warm glow
i do not break flower from stalk
or wear high heels on a walk
i match locks and keys
and fragrance with breeze
and slippers and smoke
and mood with toke
i don't separate right from wrong
or sorrow from song
there's no pleasure in drinking alone
or separating sex from the phone
i always butter my toast
and declare love the most
it's like your fingers and my hair
and sensing love in the air
if i can help it
i never separate pairs
just because we can't be together
doesn't mean belonging is all that rare.
9 comments:
So can this be paired with the update on vodkawaltz, ma'am?
i'll bow to that
good say and writing
lovely piece you have here.
simple n so beautiful:) uur words and thoughts are paired to attract ppl
I love this one,Ma'am.
:)
everytime i read this poetry i fall in love wit it :)Well yeah,so obvious it is,i open the blog often to check for the posts which has become rare if not the belonging:)
Srivi, your poetry comes back to me, peeps into my days now and then, here n there. This one in particular does that a fair bit !
Going by the strength of bond between the pairs as evident in the verse, I wonder who dared to unpair the said pair? :-)
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