Friday, August 26, 2011

Love Touch of my Midas

Throw pieces of stone
Pour jars of acid

When they brush me
They bloom as fragrant flowers.

Brew anger
Rear rejection

When they fan me
They blow as gentle breeze..

React hard
Act violent

When they hit me
They turn to sweet kisses..

Unjust punishment I may get
Unspoken feelings I may store

When they pile up and up
They shape themselves as treasurable rewards..

Display heartful hatred
Vengeful silence

When they prick me
They flourish as everfresh eternal love...

What is this magical spell
That lures me out of depression
What is this magical tune
That lulls me with a love lullaby?

Don't you know my Midas?

I am blessed with
Love touch of my Midas..
Which keeps me going
Will keep me going..


  1. அருமையான கவிதை.
    எனது முகநூல் பக்கத்தில் பகிர்ந்திருக்கிறேன்.