Thursday, May 11, 2006
May showers
The weather in Bangalore right now is driving me crazy. Regular as a clockwork, the storm comes bursting in at 4pm, shaking the trees violently off their roots, sending the pedestrians in a helpless tizzy and dragging me mercilessly off my chair into the balcony. To excite, to impress, to palpate, to disarm and grab the vulnerable me with its odylic force into a coital compromise. An incurable romantic that I anyways am, it's only worsening my case. Sigh!
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Very nice and evocative, but I must warn you that with that 'odylic force' and 'coital compromise' you are sounding like one The Orc's poems :D :D
don't you just love the rain? there's something so utterly and hopelessly romantic about rainshowers. Very nice.
Baaah S, u r definitely being mean.
M, I am madly in love with the rain. Thanks.
Hmmmmmmm - ar kichhu bolbo na!
eki? you're tending towards Rushdiehood.Or at least, JAP-hood.
@ MM,
prokando jibh bhengchi
Hehe - why JAPhood?
By the way between Arka and Priya - ami nijer lack of appreciation for poetry niye khub low self-esteem e bhugchhi...
Orc-oh! Whatever you meant there, I take each word of yours as a compliment. Towards JAP-hood....can't say I'll give an arm and a leg for it, but you make my heart skip a beat:P
Ami ANtel NOIIIII, Ami kobita bujhi ne...so please spare me the ordeal. Urmmmm...u know me better, I'm sure:|
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