Words
Stick to my hands, cling to my fingers, hide under my elbow.
A trembling poem loses its grip and drops on the sheet.
Petrified!
Alphabets behave funny these days.
Like a mute child with an unbearable stomach-ache.
Baffled phrases bulky with meanings
Heave a sigh for some fresh air.
I am answerable to words, they grow on me
We are poetic parasites, addicted mutually
Hearts glorify my words, in a flattering applause
I put my pen to rest, mourning another poem's loss.
Hey, terrific stuff yet again. I like the metaphors you use. The Mute Child one is brilliantly phrased and placed. Please just make a correction (if I may ask you to)in the last line -- "another poem's loss"
ReplyDeleteKeep Writing.
Peace Out.
Subhash
www.subhashjha.wordpress.com
Thanks Subhash. Have made the change. Your appreciation matters. Cheers!
ReplyDeletebrilliant! hw do u come up with these ideas :O
ReplyDeleteLife my friend. It gives and makes you live through all the ideas :)
ReplyDeleteNice poem...!!
ReplyDeleteA nice way to establish a relationship with the words....
bring some more things about this relationship...
I would love to read.... :)
lovely poem with a feel keep writing & smiling :)
ReplyDeleteThe loss is your gain .. lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteAlphabets behave funny these days.
ReplyDeleteLike a mute child with an unbearable stomach-ache.
now now don't i like those lines!!
saju depalan
www.iseeebirds.blogspot.com