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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

04 July, 2005

Don't call you back

Your thoughts gnawing inside my head the entire day
Like wiggling worms nibbling away at images
Leaving a trail of half chewed brain cells
You stay, slowly dieing on every bite

And I don’t call you back

For the sound of you will call my demons back
Gnashing their teeth and growling their might
Over whatever I have scraped together as mine
Whatever I will not let you drown
Whatever you cannot merge in you
Or your thoughts

And I don’t call you back



Blogger Natasha said...

Very interesting metaphors.
Wrenches the emotions pictorially.

04 July, 2005 23:44  
Blogger Max Babi said...

Hi Arundhati,

Very intimate, absorbing and effective poem here. There is one spelling error 'dieing' should have been typed as 'dying'- otherwise the whole poem is as neat as a piece of crystalware.

Keep posting, and cheeerz!

06 July, 2005 08:52  

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