After a long silence in the unknown sounds and voices,
There is a storm, a deluge again.
Back here, my desk is piled up with scattered sheets and layers of dust
And so is my mind messed up with thoughts.
The strains of some chords entangled in the past,
And the struggle to move from future to the present,
Not sure how long will it continue.
I should now look out for some solace in the noises and piles around me.
9 comments:
the month of september you have bracketed between two good poems, haven't you? i was wondering what was happening in between. poetry is like an emotionally volatile lover, sometimes gushing with affection and at other times cold and aloof. when the lover is cold and aloof, the thing to do is to wait, carry on quietly with the routines and remember to bring a packet of pakka vada from the bakery when one comes home from work. my wife likes pakka vada best. it has seldom failed in my case.
Thanks Venuji :-)
By the way I was on a trip to south India, I mean Tamil Nadu for some fifteen days. Just came back two days ago.
great :-)
you will never find it
How can you be so so sure???? :-)
because you are so determined not to find it
:-)
leaves the reader with a listless, restive feeling - the same you have! Great going, K!
your have portrayed my mind state...its the way my mind goes and messes...
-pRiYaN..!
oh great
or
somewhat
like that.
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