A few years back
Our paths used to cross quite often
And she would contemplate,
Once in a while,
To slow down.
But her feet would always quicken
And her eyes could never match that pace.
A few months back
I wasn't a poet.
A few days hence
If she would ever see me
She would wish she didn’t,
But of this her wish
She won’t be too certain.
Her feet will have to slow down.
Her eyes would want to run away.
I would say a "Hi"
Her eyes would relax for a while,
enclosed in her eyelids.
I would disappear,
For I never want to know
Whether the ocean-walls
Silently crack, or,
Outrageously burst.
March 20, 2007
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11 comments:
the last 4 lines are simply FAB!!
ps: killin you is of personal gain to anyone.. fortunately or unfortunately!!
[Anon.]
Thanx!
PS: And so THAT's no longer on the offer :D (I understand the undertone of your comment. Nothing serious, pal!)
did she make u one?
oh as for where i am currently..im in Gwalior,college is IIITM :)
it was a good read, a pleasant capture of expression all along.. till the end, when it became a beautiful capture of expression. this piece has climaxed very well :)
Liked the climax!
You wish!
Dreams of redemption and revenge are sweeter than reality.
[Desperado]
Don't know why I love such comments :P
Nice to know that :)
[The Illusionist, Siyaah]
Thanx!
Sometimes I feel so glad that you guys keep visiting this blog where rantings and frustrations are dished out aplenty, and the poetry is only rare. Thanks for not getting repelled by all that.
[Phoenix]
You are a mind reader.
I loved the poetry part of it, after trying to ignore the exciting and mysterious part (which I enjoyed separately!). And I had to try hard really. It's real good and exciting to be of this age that we are!
Exciting and mysterious parts of any fiction are mostly enjoyable.
I loved it! The last few lines are fabulous! The repetitive usage of 'few' is good too.
[Tap] Thanks.
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