Honored by Usha Ma'am & Rukhiya


>> Oct 31, 2012

Boutique words on white page,
Invited or strangers
Noisy or chimed,
Ruffled or rhymed,
(of) novels they are -
trespassing, travelling, trolling.

Poems are virgins, men.
Useless in its property,
read and loved in shy lights
by humble eyes.

Silence is an amazon -
Deep, masculine, unsaid.
Like a woman it touches.

Poets die -
They depart on their four-legged sabbatical cot
as autumns come and winters stay.
Let frail leaves and dried ink count
unwritten poems.

-- (For Shakti and Sunil)

2 well-wishers:

Cinderella November 07, 2012 12:51 AM  


They (the words) juxtapose as though they were meant to be put together like that, by you. Like making love.

Usha Pisharody February 06, 2013 8:29 AM  

This one tingles, it makes you sigh, and creeps unwittingly under the skin!

Beautiful close!

The Hungry Tide

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