Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Familiarity

The secret meetings,
The hurried kisses,
The intense looks,
The long hugs,
Those increased heartbeats,
The beach evenings,
The restlesness within
That fueld my soul,
Everything is gone now that we are togather,
The love is gone,
The spark has died,
Blame it on whatever but now its too late,
Because as they say familiarity sure breeds contempt!

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