Nibbling the path
From my home to yours
Salting my hair
With pickled memories,
I see The Summer House
Now, dog territory.
Thoughts of you.
Fallen bougainvilleas
Stamped to dust.
Rickety cycles.
Words - cigarette hushed.
The winding pathway
A soundless song,
A letter crushed.
Thoughts are light
Like rice flakes.
Memories, heavy
Like dew.
I’m not lonely,
Neither are you.
We like
Shoe soles are
Never together.
Only a step ahead
Of each other.
brilliant....
ReplyDeleteThis one is not very good. Or may be I am not supposed to say it here where everybody reads. I'm sorry :(
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, this is a blog.
ReplyDeleteYou can say what you feel.
I don't think this one is good either. I put it here hoping people will say something about it that might help me. I put it here simply because it has the thought I want to say, eventhough it says it badly.
what shit, this one is good...
ReplyDeletehee hee!
ReplyDeleteAneesh thats how your wife will be happy.
I l-u-r-v-e it.
ReplyDeleteBut I really like the last part.
ReplyDeleteupdate shupdate, honey
ReplyDeleteI am just amazed!!!
ReplyDeleteKunal> With what? the comments? the poem?
ReplyDeleteoh..the words, your words...
ReplyDeleteon afterthoughts... 14th august 2008 to be precise, i love it!
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