Blind Love…

I can hear what you say
I sense we're in a bind
I can touch what you say
So what if I'm blind?

I understand you
Better than most others
Engulfed in your hair
Smelling the flowers

The perfume of your hair
Lifts me out of despair
The darkness everywhere
Asks me, do I dare?

Am I fit to be your lover?
Blind, willing to bend lower
This is what tears me apart
Our love, will it have a start?

In pursuit of a dream
Hoping you will understand
About to spill over the brim
My shaky conscience; it can't stand

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October 23, 2007 – 3:41 PM | By Mahendra | Posted in Arts, My Art, poetry | Tagged , , , , | Comments (12)

12 Comments

  • pr3rna wrote:
    Oct 24, 2007 at 5:26 PM

    Wah! Wah!
    Excellent.

  • rahul Kulkarni wrote:
    Oct 24, 2007 at 6:45 PM

    I liked ur bolgging.….….…..can I get ur email ID

  • rambodoc wrote:
    Oct 25, 2007 at 2:53 PM

    You are so sen­si­tive, Mahen­dra.…
    Women fall for words, not looks, so the blind man has far the bet­ter chance than the dumb one.

  • pr3rna wrote:
    Oct 25, 2007 at 4:49 PM

    How about intel­li­gent, sighted and sen­si­tive men Ram­bodoc? Women deserve bet­ter than dumb or blind.

  • madhurisinha wrote:
    Oct 25, 2007 at 5:59 PM

    Very Nice Mahen­dra. This is why human cog­ni­tion is such an amaz­ing gift.
    If poetry and music were not cre­ated, we would be left only with war.

  • barngoddess wrote:
    Oct 25, 2007 at 6:45 PM

    “The per­fume of your hair
    Lifts me out of despair”

    My mom has been gone for over 26 years and I can still remem­ber the fresh and out­doorsy smell of her hair.

  • sowmya wrote:
    Oct 27, 2007 at 11:20 AM

    Excel­lent one Mahen­dra ! :)

    Multi tal­ented :)

  • mahendrap wrote:
    Oct 27, 2007 at 9:25 PM

    Pre­rna, Sowmya, Ram­bodoc: Thank you!

    Rahul: If you leave me your con­tact details when fill­ing up the com­ment form, I can surely share my email address. Thanks for the appre­ci­a­tion; it is my read­ers and com­menters who make the blog interesting!

    Mad­huri: How piquant! Yes, human cog­ni­tion is fas­ci­nat­ing indeed.

    BG: //My mom has been gone for over 26 years and I can still remem­ber the fresh and out­doorsy smell of her hair.//
    That was very touch­ing indeed. Thanks for shar­ing. It is quite amaz­ing how even after all these years you have these memories…

  • nabina trisha nag wrote:
    Nov 17, 2007 at 2:21 PM

    know­ing wht inspired it:this poem is a lovely trib­ute to the film.catches naseer’s anguish and duvidha poignantly.feel I almost got the film in a nutshell:-)

  • mariacristina wrote:
    Dec 16, 2007 at 9:49 AM

    Mahen­dra, I can’t believe I’m only just now learn­ing you write poetry, after almost a month has passed since you posted this.

    You write ten­der, lovely verses, with sub­tle rhyme.

  • sakhi wrote:
    Dec 2, 2008 at 9:22 AM

    That was lovely… :)

  • Mahendra wrote:
    Mar 22, 2009 at 6:46 PM

    Thank you!