Pulitzer prize winner Stanley Kunitz once told, “You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.” I agree that it is born wild and free, no matter how it is born, and by what means! A poem forms in the sea of my heart An ocean of colors for this sacred … Read moreWild poetry..
A line of ants They trudge on Past the dust speck On a white petal Before the Lord Unmindful of me As I watch eagerly Their work ethic On my work desk On my work desk A line of ants They work hard And I work hardly Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 27, What I see). … Read moreAnts..
Forgive me, I have lost a dream – in the walks of life, in the chains of strife, in a dearth of hope, I just couldn’t cope. Forgive me, I have lost a dream – I let go of a choice, in life’s endless noise, after money I went, now I lie here – spent. … Read moreForgive me, me..
I remember a time when I had felt love; when my little heart missed a beat or two, when it thought of you; when I eagerly waited to listen to your voice it was my only choice; when I eagerly waited to walk by your side in pristine moonlight. Only in your company, I could … Read moreOld times..
children run out.. a croaking frog welcomes the monsoon Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 24, Bare bones poetry). (’12, Oct 24)
with each moment the world changes with each moment the challenge to stay unchanged Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 23, Challenge). (’12, Oct 23)