Thursday, March 10, 2005

Sparisam

How I long to touch -
Touch those letters
Which spell out your name…
Would the letters stick to my fingers
And chant your name after you are gone?

How I long to touch –
Touch that snap
Which we took in that dinghy shop…
Will your stubble poke my cheek
And make me giggle?

How I long to touch –
Touch that memory
Which is deep inside my mind…
Will I disappear in that darkness
And find you?

How I long to touch …
Your touch.

**Sparisam -- 'Touch' in Tamizh

5 Comments:

Blogger Vignesh said...

Very sweet, very quaint. Way to go, gal !

11:03 AM  
Anonymous Somu said...

Nice touch C......

12:53 AM  
Blogger Sagnik Nandy said...

Chah! Great to have commenting back! I realized that you initially put the same post twice and wanted to post a comment saying "Two good" - sadly blooger spent enough time disallowing that option - so now I will just be honest and say "Too good" :)

2:35 AM  
Blogger Vitalstatistix said...

Didn't know that 'sparisam' meant touch. Since you were a PTM member, a question - in my second year, there was this PTM play called 'Naraga Sparisam', which also happens to be the best PTM play I ever saw. So what does the title mean ? 'Hell's touch' ?

7:42 AM  
Blogger Kumari said...

*Kumari takes a bow*

@Vignesh: Thanks dude!
@Soms: Thankooo :-D
@Sagnik: Zigackly!Tried so hard to comment on your posts on Friday :( Thanks :)
@Vital: Thanks & Thanks - for the poem n the play! Bingo - yes it was meant to imply that..going by the play's thread :)

3:04 AM  

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