Friday, September 25, 2009

Leather

Love is like that fly and the fire.
The fire that burns irrespective of how dark the world around is.
The fire that warms inspite of all the cold.
The fly that flies around, no matter how still the world becomes.
The fly that always runs into the fire, irrespective of whatever else he can run into.

Love.
Is like that rose they etched on leather.

13 comments:

namrata basu said...

beautiful...just one word for it...beautiful.

jokerman! said...

Shama Kahe Parwane Se Arey Chala Jaa, Meri Tarha Jal Jayega Yahaan Nahi Aa?

Neel said...

yellow is the colour of my true loves hair...

Aruni RC said...

"A fly that always runs into the fire..." nice. as if the pain underscores the pleasure. :)

~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ said...

Rose that will wither in the cold.And leather which will always shield us from the cold.
That rose etched on leather,even after the Rock n Roll era. :D

wild iris said...

prettiness! The last line seals it for me =)
And how are we doing back home? Missed you :( Happy Durga puja and holidays and everything :D

Magically Bored said...

Beautifully written! :)

Revived Angel... said...

And love is the impetus that forces us to tread the road not taken..however dark it be..

sujaan said...

irrespective of whatever else he can run into
-- that was beautiful...

quite different from wat u generally write :)

rapunzel. said...

Really nice.

"The fly that always runs into the fire, irrespective of whatever else he can run into."

inihos said...

I like the last line the best...

Thoughtless Wanderer said...

its beautiful. :)

Astraeus said...

=)