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Chemistry


I want your eyes to warm up
to my tender glance
and lips
to return the favor of a chance.

I want your hands to feel
the hardworking hands of mine
vein by vein
pulse by pulse
beat by beat.

When my body energy learns
to swim to the flow of yours.
When my fears disappear 
to your loving touch- 

When my world moves
at your pace
my bends fit into yours
Simplifying - a complicated maze.

When my every pause
is met with another begin,
no journey ever ends
in that perfect place.

-Proma Ray
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Sunshine and Shadows said…
I like your poem. Thanks for sharing.
March 29, 2010 at 3:31 PM
Ren said…
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March 29, 2010 at 6:30 PM
Proma said…
Thank you for reading Sunshine and Shadows. I checked your blog too - and need to go back and read the rest of it.
March 30, 2010 at 12:42 PM
Unknown said…
nice blog!!!

Huggss
Erica in Singapore! :)
April 2, 2010 at 7:15 AM
Anonymous said…
Lovely :)
April 3, 2010 at 6:51 AM
Proma said…
Thank you so much for reading Ines and Erica. I'm so glad you like it!
April 3, 2010 at 7:32 AM
Amarnath Pallath said…
Hi Proma,

Loved reading the soothing words ..

Keep writing ....

Regards,
April 15, 2010 at 1:00 AM
Amarnath Pallath said…
Hi Proma,Soothing words in your blog was interesting reading ..
Keep writing ..Regards,
April 15, 2010 at 1:02 AM
Proma said…
Thanks you for reading Amaranth. I'm glad you liked it!
April 15, 2010 at 7:04 AM
Sabrina said…
It was beautiful. I wish i could write such pretty things like that but i rarley get inspride to write. You made my day. I look forward to reading more.
April 16, 2010 at 2:12 PM
Proma said…
Amy and B, Thanks so much for your lovely words. Your encouragement means a lot lot to me!
April 16, 2010 at 3:15 PM
Anonymous said…
Hi Proma, I really like your blog. The poetry flows very nicely and the corresponding pictures are wonderful. I look forward to reading more...
April 23, 2010 at 6:54 AM
Proma said…
Thank you Elaina. Means a lot.
April 25, 2010 at 9:42 AM
Marcos Horn... said…
congratulations on the blog, very well prepared ...
and great posts ...
^ ^
May 8, 2010 at 1:45 PM
Proma said…
Thanks for reading mysterious "?" :)
May 8, 2010 at 7:43 PM
Proma said…
Thanks for reading r.
May 19, 2010 at 8:49 PM
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