Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Monosyllable

The hip flask still lies
on the table,
the table-where heaps of paper lies
amidst unknown poetry
and if you run your fingers
on the rims of the decorative corners
you will feel dirt
and may be a part of the pain
of those unknown poetry.

He was never a super star,
never aspired to be one,
he was a commoner
like you and me
but
different,
how?
don't ask me that.

the rusted locket that resembles
a skull,
is a heirloom now
that once belonged to him
and now to me
lies there in a box
of unhindered treasure.

The rust,the dirt
the unknown poetry
are blank spaces that
he lived once,
but
all is now a black sheet.

I tried to scribble something
but amidst the
unknown poetry
I am just an unknown monosyllable...

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

when i lost poetry

Dreams as they come
as they fly
as they change
sometimes make me awe stuck.

I am who I am
wheatish,
toned,
moisturised...
you
dark,
memorable,
bitterly sweet,
dreamy feverishly dreamy.

yesterday when I lost poetry
I was sad
and then today I found
you again
poetry, you can be fickle minded.

today you are mine
tomorrow you move on
and you leave a mark
somewhere
and i am still searching....