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Kiss Me

Kiss me,
Kiss me with the poison on your lips
So that I’m energised
To survive in your world.
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  1. An Indian WriterNovember 30, 2013 at 8:27 PM

    For, an unpoisoned mind perishes too quickly (in today's world).
    Thanks for sharing the profound & thought-provoking post.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 30, 2013 at 8:36 PM

      Not just in today's world, dear Indian Writer. Didn't Jesus advise people to have the cunning of serpents?

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  2. UnknownDecember 1, 2013 at 12:55 AM

    kiss of life !! kiss of death !! A matter of perspective !!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 1, 2013 at 11:04 AM

      Life and death, good and evil... poles merge, Aram, in the wider perspective.

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  3. SidDecember 1, 2013 at 9:44 AM

    Reading this, I am reminded of Sylivia Plath's 'Kiss me and you shall see how important I am'.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 1, 2013 at 11:07 AM

      Very few people were aware of the neurotic side of human life as Plath was. Thanks for bringing her here.

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  4. PanchaliDecember 2, 2013 at 10:18 AM

    oh.. deadly! Reminds me of Jack the Ripper!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 2, 2013 at 5:39 PM

      Not to such an extreme, Panchali. I was looking at the inevitable intermingling of good and evil in human life. Can innocence survive in the human world?

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  5. UnknownDecember 3, 2013 at 3:12 PM

    Good one...but as soon as I read the title, I could only think of Cadbury's jingle! :D Maybe it's time to have that ;)

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