Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Next morning

Last night we threw
all our life long wastes on the street
down below!
The crystal glass wine set,
the summertime snapshots
by the river Rhine,
the inexhaustible evenings
sitting next to Debussy,
and all the simple promises
that we made
on the bed all night !
We threw all of them as if
they were just the pebbles
on the pond.

Then we floated on the
turmoiled oceans
clutching our separate beds.

Our " Happy home"this morning
just disengaged the hands
and headed to some unknowable
pilgrimage.

But even now
if we stretch our wet hands
with a feeble hope to clasp
Things would change.
But , No we didn't.
We condensed our world
in lonely cries.

7 comments:

  1. what a verse!!sweepingly true.......that is how some relations hit the mutual cord :)

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  2. I like this one very much.
    - Rini

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  3. @ Sunita,Some poetries are meant to heal !
    Yes , some relations!!

    @ Hi , stranger you love to give a surprise,
    and what an appreciation!

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  4. we make our choices, and with some we create our own wounds...:) deeply touching write!

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  5. loved this one dada.....touching

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  6. Thank you girls!
    Its a lovely feeling to touch !!

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  7. beautiful write... :)

    "But even now
    if we stretch our wet hands
    with a feeble hope to clasp
    Things would change.
    But , No we didn't.
    We condensed our world
    in lonely cries."...
    we behave like that because of ego or something else..?

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