Friday, February 12, 2010

Electronic Fire

The strings hum,
if not the same note,
atleast one among seven
we already know.

The wine tastes the same,
if not better with age,
yet in essence it is the same pulp.

The chef brews the tasty stew,
that lacks a personal touch,
for it is the electronic fire that cooks it.

All seem the same,
nothing changed,
nothing missing,
except you.

For it was not the music
neither the wine,
nor the warm fire,
or the tasty flesh,
that made the moment,
but you.
I sit all alone,
just as i came in,
waiting for the hour,
to return yet alone.


Aayushi Mehta said...

"The wine tastes the same,if not better with age,yet in essence it is the same pulp."

Beautiful write:) loved it:)

Malesh Ponnusamy said...

@Aayushi : Thank you :)

Anonymous said...

You have really great taste on catch article titles, even when you are not interested in this topic you push to read it

Malesh Ponnusamy said...

@Anon: As long as the content is as interesting as the 'catch title phrase' - guess it is fine! Thanks for stopping by :)

Divya Jay said...

it is really lovely. u r really gifted :)

Anonymous said...

Great blog post, been waiting for that?!


Anonymous said...

Could be the best post that I read all week??

Anonymous said...

I always motivated by you, your thoughts and way of thinking, again, thanks for this nice post.

- Joe said...

An extremely nice read! Kip writing. :)

MomentaryLapse said...

Don't know how I missed this...touched the soul! Very well written.

Kip writing n shining!