We share this and that
Daily we meet and chat
We amble and we ramble
A poet and a sanguine brat
I am high on the past
Her future pulls her fast
At present we're "just friends"
Such friendships seldom last!
We are an unlikely company
Bruised bard with bugs bunny
Loud laughters of our together
Sound like a pure symphony!
She'll be gone now or then
I won't know why or when
And left again for that matter
Will be me and my inkpen!
Oh! Butterfly on a wing
She can dance and sing
I am only words, she says
Maybe rhymed, deep, lasting
But I am only words, she says
Yet I am speechless, dumbfound
She is the music of my present
But its nothing as it might sound!
Vivek,
ReplyDeleteIt feels so long since I read such lovely poetry.... me read it over and over.. me no need me tea today.. :)
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay... Vivek rules :)
Rush
vivek,
ReplyDeletenice one!
vi
Is she your "muse"?
ReplyDeleteor is she "language"
Or is she your "experiences"?
She who flirts with you-
she who plays hide-n-seek?
but I'm sure
she cant stray far from you...
rgds
ardra
pleasant read amidst my boring remote sensing readings. Probably u've just left. have a good nite.
ReplyDeleteI like this...Sometimes I wonder who you're writing about, and whether it's anyone at all or a mixture of muses :)
ReplyDeleteBtw..as promised, I got Vikram Seth from the library..I'm about 1% done :(