a shoelace poem
loose open words
have to be tied down
lest,
they fall apart
and take them with you
loose open words
have to be tied down
lest,
they fall apart
and take them with you
a coin-poem spinning round
and rapid
and round
it has to come to rest
make noise
and be of some use
a log-in poem
you start typing it
and it helps itself soon
someone remembers it for you
somewhere in an other conscience
like password help
a festering wound poem
has to be filled up
with ointment of feelings
and bandaged with words
it won’t let you rest
until it heals itself
a poem is everywhere
all you have to do
is write it down
a poem a day
a poem a day
it is
and more than love it needs
and more than love it needs
this is being written on the 8th of december morning. sometimes i don’t feel right with myself. and many times i use the drafts saved on previous days. like here. and perhaps more i’ll use. we all utilise our past in our future. hope u all are fine.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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