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*Is this love then, this red material Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly? It will make little dresses and coats, It will cover a dynasty. -Sylvia Plath, “An Appearance”* Is this love The crashing waves of scattered memories That laughs and giggles along with my schoolgirl silliness Only to be choked by reality? Is this love When every minute smells of you Even as I try to immobilize my senses My heart flutters helplessly like a caged butterfly, That is wingless and beautiful? Is this love The aftertaste of bitterness That lives on the edges of unpleasant dreams When I couldn’t feel the way I used to feel? So is this love then A tapestry of escapism only our feelings can weave? Shalini Nayar © 2002
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
Is This Love?
*Is this love then, this red material Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly? It will make little dresses and coats, It will cover a dynasty. -Sylvia Plath, “An Appearance”* Is this love The crashing waves of scattered memories That laughs and giggles along with my schoolgirl silliness Only to be choked by reality? Is this love When every minute smells of you Even as I try to immobilize my senses My heart flutters helplessly like a caged butterfly, That is wingless and beautiful? Is this love The aftertaste of bitterness That lives on the edges of unpleasant dreams When I couldn’t feel the way I used to feel? So is this love then A tapestry of escapism only our feelings can weave? Shalini Nayar © 2002
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Sep 23, 2014
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