Thursday 27 August 2015


We had memorised,
'Love does not consist in gazing at each other
In looking outward together in the same direction.'

So we did.

And our glance came to rest upon a tree.
He was soothed by the leaves;
I was drawn by the roots.

First published in The Knicknackery, 6 Aug 2014.


manju said...

A completely new definition of love.

Amrendra Sharma said...

Love painted with a unique brush on a royal canvas.

Unknown said...

Great perspective but rarely found.

Anjali Sengar said...

Nice post dear :)

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