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Fear and Freedom


The secrets of my heart
are like water drops
on a dark Japanese fan.

Much as I want
they won’t hide
in the folds of time

or fly,
for the fear
of failure.


But sometimes,
in the event
of my forgetfulness,

the wind will strum the fan
and the drops will dance-
unmindful of the fall.

And in those musical moments,
I will compose my song.


~Proma 
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MaryAnn said…
This is so beautiful. You write so beautifully ♥ I will take my time to read you all your posts from the beginning. You are very talented! :)
February 8, 2010 at 4:33 AM
Proma said…
Thank you so much Miss MishMish for your encouraging words :)
February 8, 2010 at 5:51 AM
Anonymous said…
Like.
February 9, 2010 at 9:48 AM
Anunoy Samanta said…
so greenish... i mean full of lyf, totally contrary 2 my scripts, lol, thats not importnt neways... u wrote fine :)
February 10, 2010 at 8:39 PM
Anonymous said…
I really like when people are expressing their opinion and thought. So I like the way you are writing
February 18, 2010 at 2:44 AM
Proma said…
Thank you for reading!
February 18, 2010 at 6:37 AM
dodge said…
I just stumbled on to your blog. Love it...I've bookmarked it...I'll go through your blog like I would a good book that I don't want to end. Thanks for sharing!
February 26, 2010 at 1:29 PM
Anonymous said…
love it :) so nice
February 26, 2010 at 9:24 PM
Proma said…
Dodge and Dhen, thank you so much for reading and for your kind, encouraging words!
February 27, 2010 at 2:00 PM
Anonymous said…
i actually love your writing type, very interesting,
don't quit as well as keep writing for the reason that it just very well worth to read it,
looking forward to see much more of your writing, enjoy your day :)
March 20, 2010 at 5:12 PM
Proma said…
Thanks you anonymous for reading my blog. Glad that you like my writing type - Usually it just flows once I visualize the context and essence of the poem.
Thanks for reading!
March 23, 2010 at 7:33 AM
Unknown said…
beautiful writing all i can say
April 25, 2010 at 9:24 AM
Unknown said…
u write beautiful
April 25, 2010 at 9:28 AM
Proma said…
Thank you so much Naveen. I'm glad you liked it.
April 25, 2010 at 9:43 AM
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