October 30, 2010

Poetry in the wee sma' hours- 2

It is one of those nights
when moonlit coldness
yanks at memory pools
and raises questions
that have no answers.

where hands grope for a clasp
and feels an empty room
and searchlight eyes
meet darkness as a guest.

It is one of those nights
where the jigsaw puzzle is scattered
and pieces go flying
some get lost in cranny abysses
some hide themselves under bedsteads
and some get crushed in the edges
and the pile that remains
just can not fit right.

It is one of those nights
that in endless armour
fights your defenses
teases your meaning
and raises questions
that have no answer.

5 comments

Dinvra igaluaC said...

is nice :)

UrFan said...

Whoaa!! I can so totally relate to this one. Lovely! Nice work!!

Sandhya Ramachandran said...

@Dinvra igaluaC: Moron of an Arvind Caulagi: :P Danks!

@UrFan: Glad you liked it! Thank you! :)

runcible said...

LOVEEE IT!!!
one of ur good ones in recent times

Sandhya Ramachandran said...

@ runcible: Danke! danke! :) Glad you liked it!

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