...and then

Sunday, 28 March 2010

When the sun sets

Who is it that ranges, occasionally,
The quiet distances of my mind
Reminding me of songs I'd rather forget,
Of a yellow rose that fell me
Of that first year of deceit -
Yours and mine?

Who is it that sweetly stabs
My eyelids awake
So that I walk-wake-live-die
Till I see a skewed sunrise
And dyslexically construe
Today for tomorrow or 

Yesterday for another life?


- Me

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2 Comments:

Blogger Sumi said...

i like it more when you are a poet :)

9:08 am  
Anonymous Spirited Seeker said...

Lovely poem... I especially like the second para.

11:41 am  

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