Sunday, January 14, 2007

Rhyming sorrow

I'm somewhat taken by disbelief,
and in no way honest with my grief.

There is no time
to take me somewhere else,
'cos damages don't get fixed by
distance alone.

Don't wipe off the dark circles,
merely the aura around my eyes,
of a life not shaken.

Talk to me like you have found
your way.

There is no relieving,
my heart is bleeding,
let it die.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Surfing

Maybe I should have asked,
first,
to show me the book.

Check the entries that I have found,
to search your way out.

Leave the poems that you have lost,
to leave you speechless.

Lost.

Nobobody should have the right to feel less
miserable.