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lines

Posted on | March 24, 2008 | 1 Comment

lines on the hand,
and lines on the forehead,
lines of fate,
crisscrossing, winding and intersecting,
deciding futures and pasts and presents,
representatives of mocking chessplayers,
drawing relationships,
losing and winning,
bringing people together,
from different spaces,
and pulling them apart..

i stare at my palms,
perhaps some lines are not there,
lines good and bad,
and so i take a pen,
and draw them,
lines crisscrossing,
weaving and intertwining,
intersecting,and not going away,
lines of fate,
yours and mine,
paths in time,
crossing and not going away..

lines in sand,
washed away with every wave
leaving behind,
empty expanses,
like lines on hand,
drawn with a pen,
fates stay apart,
and again,
the fates wouldn’t be cheated

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One Response to “lines”

  1. Ragamalika
    March 24th, 2008 @ 8:24 pm

    Hey,
    Nice blog. You write well. Loved the ‘Mother’ poem…
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  • About The Line under the Blog Name

    The lines generally are from some poem which I have, at some point of time or the other, loved. I do not mean, by including them, to be snotty or pretentious- but I would love it if you could identify the lines, and take much joy if you were interested enough to search them and read the original poems. If not- you can ignore them.

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