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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Unclaimed

To make love with a stranger is the best.
There is no riddle and there is no test. --

To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.

To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,
And understand, as only strangers may.

To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.

To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is; that this is so.

Vikram Seth



3 Comments:

  • Its odd. I read the exact same poem in someone's else blog very recently.

    Originally @ Nov 02, 2005 15:22 PST

    By Anonymous Parth, at 1:05 AM  

  • Really ? Whose ?

    Originally @ Nov 02, 2005 15:29 PST

    By Anonymous Who else !, at 1:06 AM  

  • http://evestigio.blogspot.com

    Some old post of hers. Apparently, she is a 7 Bungalows resident :-)

    Originally @ Nov 03, 2005 12:58 PST

    By Anonymous Parth, at 1:06 AM  

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