Of...

Of heat that melts gold in the noon

And rain that moves the

Earth below at night

Of a rainy sunshine when the

Crows and mynas

Lose their mind in sacred matrimony

Of the power within unformed words

A closed fist, an open smile

And a shuttered heart

Of love for what is not yours

Hate gifted in return for another’s love

Life lived like the plaintive song

Of solitary reapers, mending walls

And a giant albatross killed

In anticipation of a final thirst…

Reviews

[Sid]

This flows very well and the first three stanzas are written very well, but you kinda lost me in the last two, sorry. Interesting write though, nevertheless.

[Aruna Iyer]

Yeah, I agree the last two stanzas are a little off from where I began...I was trying to experiment with free association writing, which I read somewhere is writing without thinking...something like beginning to write without a clear idea....so I'm as surprised and confused by it as everyone else :/

[Sid]

I wasn't the only dumb one then, good to know :D

[Aruna Iyer]

Haha! And hey I wonder (yet again) why you deleted your comment on my review of 'Poor Girl'...

[Sid]

Did I? Sorry, my browser's playing hide and seek, I managed to delete two of my poems once, one comment is too surprising, I'll add the comment again!!

[Aruna Iyer]

Damn...I was cooking up a conspiracy in my head :D

[Sid]

And that should be "isn't" and not "is" :)

[Sid]

Haha, conspiracies, we gotta love them don't we? :)

[Aruna Iyer]

There is always a choice O:-)

[Sid]

Is there? :)

[dunnia]

like how it feels soft and sad

[Anu Biswas]

The first two verses were great. I kinda got lost in the last three.