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Bring me back to life…

Tuesday, September 20, 2011



Don’t leave me out here in the sun,
The perfect twenty-five degrees burns my eyes.
The trees bend at the heavy breeze,
The freshly fallen flowers prick my feet.
Don’t let me bleed alone,
Of the injuries of missing you.
Raindrops so tiny drizzle down on my cheeks,
Etching it with tears-like scars, and
The soft smell of the quenched earth hurts my insides.
Like a burning that can only be doused
With your breath on my face.
Don’t leave me out here,
In the clutches of beautiful nature,
All alone like a flightless bird looking at the rainbow.
The birds that can fly up to it
Fly, chirping along, having their own
Pretty little conversation in the clouds…
The exquisiteness of it all will kill me.
Only you can kiss me back to life.
Come, bring me back to life.

4 comments:

Someone is Special said...

Come, bring back the life.. Beautiful one shruthi.. Happy Weekend..

Someone is Special

Shruthi said...

thank you :)

R-A-J said...

Beautiful one, Shruthi :)

Very, very deep... loved the "The soft smell of the quenched earth hurts my insides.
Like a burning that can only be doused
With your breath on my face....".. simply remarkable lines :)

Beautifully written, Shruthi :)

leoPaw said...

Beautiful. Very touchy too!

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