Sunday, 12 August 2012

Missing you


Where are you? I sorely miss the poetry
of your presence, though it’s nothing iambic
and I miss the flick
and flash of your tools, the free
flow words, the offhand trick
of slow turning thoughts, the silence slick
with them, flooding into me.



My days are the vast bare plains
when the bright small spots of the tourist balloons
have floated above them and then left, afternoons
of ancient tombs, honeycombed terrains,
exhausted birdcalls losing their tunes
and a lone heron pacing out flamingo lagoons
among flocks of indifferent standstill cranes.

8 comments:

  1. Dear friend,
    Your words flow like the wind on a hot day. A very sweet and refreshing poem. Good job!!

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    1. Thank you, my friend. That's a lovely compliment you paid my writing, appreciate it!

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  2. Beautifull... made me miss him

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    1. Thank you, Ramya! n may you see him soon!! :)

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  3. missing and poetry.. both go hand in hand i guess...

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    1. Ya...go together very well indeed...thanks for reading

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  4. hmmm how the missing is over and that you are together with the one you miss ..

    beautiful poem

    came over for the blog hop saturday :)

    Bikram's

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