The soft underbelly
Of a pink tipped white fleur
The soft strains of a Spanish guitar
Haunting muse of the void
A smile, gentle
Like a fragment of thought
Sparkling eye that memories wrought
Slowly and carefully
A soft blink of the lashes
Like boughs swaying to unheard tunes
A face unknown, unseen
A lie just thought, unclean
The void is within and I am the void
I am the abyss, the eternal, the none
I am the sludge of grey life
A quagmire of uncertainty, pain
Best alone, perhaps
For the good of humankind
That the soft underbelly of the flower
My gentle hands never find
2 comments:
i think dis is d most beautiful poem of urs...i never knew u cud write so well..cheers!!!
@ Komal - Thanks a lot. A poet needs readers, and appreciation awakens in me the desire to write
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