Don't Clean The House
Don't clean the house
I like the silent clutter
of books, words and dreams
that lie about,
waiting for you
to string them in verse.
Love the smell of incense
that hangs
midway between the kitchen
and the warm bedroom.
and the dust that clings,
the curtains that hide.
passions when passions strike.
don't clean the house
of me and you
making it an empty shell.
Sunil R Nair , 2/12/04
I like the silent clutter
of books, words and dreams
that lie about,
waiting for you
to string them in verse.
Love the smell of incense
that hangs
midway between the kitchen
and the warm bedroom.
and the dust that clings,
the curtains that hide.
passions when passions strike.
don't clean the house
of me and you
making it an empty shell.
Sunil R Nair , 2/12/04
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anonymous |
09:57 |
3 Comments:
beautiful.
specially "silent clutter of books, words and dreams"
susmita
very visual... can see it all in my mind's eye. and esp that line about passions...
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
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