poetry
you say
you sent poetry to me
love scented from your bed
you say
i have not the sense
and turned her away instead ?
i write poetry
at the kitchen sink
she visits in fits and starts
she is specially good
when i yell at vij
and am tearing him apart
i write poetry
at mocha's now
with mahesh and nandini
i write poetry
at manisha's urge
mused by sunil and zigzackly
and lately
i write inspired
by avi, atrayee
and annie
you say i left
poetry behind
and recognise not what i see
you say i havent
the faintest
when poetry
comes to me
i know
at the unlikeliest
i know
she comes to me ,
when poetry
comes to me
my friend
i know not the begining
from the end.
you sent poetry to me
love scented from your bed
you say
i have not the sense
and turned her away instead ?
i write poetry
at the kitchen sink
she visits in fits and starts
she is specially good
when i yell at vij
and am tearing him apart
i write poetry
at mocha's now
with mahesh and nandini
i write poetry
at manisha's urge
mused by sunil and zigzackly
and lately
i write inspired
by avi, atrayee
and annie
you say i left
poetry behind
and recognise not what i see
you say i havent
the faintest
when poetry
comes to me
i know
at the unlikeliest
i know
she comes to me ,
when poetry
comes to me
my friend
i know not the begining
from the end.
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anonymous |
17:18 |
6 Comments:
darlin' first i have to recover from seeing my name in a poem...
i second that! this is the first time anyone's every put me down in verse. am i 'yippeee'ing or what?! :P
and i totally love "poetry, love-scented from the bed...'
Rats, great poem, you have embraced all our poets in one big bear hug!
J
i have been featured in verse before but the references were usually rude and/or anatomical. This is SUCH a nice change. :)
But that middle verse, the one that says those kind things, is a slightly different rhythm and length, which jars a bit. Some smoothening there?
Yes, that ending is a bit forced. i remember seeing that on a post to my guestbook a while ago. It worked well on its own then, and still does, as a separate poem.
For the end (this is not meant to be an edit or even a suggestion, just trying to open other doors which you will walk through in your own way):
i know she
comes to me ,
At the unlikeliest times.
In bursts,
in phrases,
Sometimes with complete rhymes.
And when she
comes to me,
She visits like a friend:
Stays, and chats
And warms my heart;
There is no begining or end.
Rats, i'd recognize your style anywhere, Lovely poem, as usual, and that part about yelling at vij is the cutest hahahaaa
LOADS OF LOVE
N
Thank you for the comment you left on my blog, I was both flattered and supprised that someone had read the poem. I have been reading the poems writen by you and your friends on Caferati and am very inspired by evrything I have seen.
I will visit often,
kind regards
Louise.
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