Monday, March 07, 2005

Hazarding poetry

I do not know who you are
How near or far
But when I browse through your scripts
I soar into a well lit but quite night sky
over an ocean with slow moving ships
grassy lands in which I could lie
for a moment I shamelessly could steal
so the cool breeze teases my hair
I kneel,
look up and stare

can I write like this? Let me try.
unlock a door so lesser I cry,
with eyes dry.
Break that door. Can't.
The strings are too tangled...
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5 comments:

  1. che sara sara07 March, 2005

    Oh gr8 man......arjun this is very nice.......is it about me?? ;-)
    keep the spirit going.....wud love to read more.....

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  2. Anonymous07 March, 2005

    Very stylish writing, Arjun! Came here via Sophi's blog........:)

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  3. Sameer07 March, 2005

    So Mr Poet? Whoz your (latest) 'muse'? Oh btw, I just meant "source of inspiration"!!

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  4. kariyal07 March, 2005

    All about you, Sophia. Thanks Ravi.

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  5. che sara sara07 March, 2005

    all about me......so nice to hear... i am really happy after a long time.....

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