My lips touch the edge of the cup,
To sip the hot coffee.
Basking in the twilight I try to smile,
Buy still don’t feel happy.
The cool breeze tickles my ears
While playing with the hair.
When I turn to embrace it
I realize that I don’t care!
The birds are all home,
I can hear their chirps from the woods.
I walk to my room and open my diary,
To get rid of this mundane mood.
As the nib touches the page
Effortless lines form letters
And they mould words that speak my mind
As if the pen knows me better.
Like when I try to turn off the radio
That plays a song I had once dedicated to you
Why does my hand recede from it,
And I find myself humming the tune?
Like when I try to skip your name
While going through my phone book
Why do I stop there every time,
And wish the phone to ring by a fluke
Like when I try to pull away from you
Push you away from my mind
Why does everything remind me of you?
What is it that doth bind?
Like when I try to walk out on you
Moil to notice someone new
What makes me want to be so loyal?
When I know it hardly matters to you!
Like when I try to convince my heart
That we can’t ever conjoin
Like when I decide to stop writing about you
I end up inditing this poem.
To sip the hot coffee.
Basking in the twilight I try to smile,
Buy still don’t feel happy.
The cool breeze tickles my ears
While playing with the hair.
When I turn to embrace it
I realize that I don’t care!
The birds are all home,
I can hear their chirps from the woods.
I walk to my room and open my diary,
To get rid of this mundane mood.
As the nib touches the page
Effortless lines form letters
And they mould words that speak my mind
As if the pen knows me better.
Like when I try to turn off the radio
That plays a song I had once dedicated to you
Why does my hand recede from it,
And I find myself humming the tune?
Like when I try to skip your name
While going through my phone book
Why do I stop there every time,
And wish the phone to ring by a fluke
Like when I try to pull away from you
Push you away from my mind
Why does everything remind me of you?
What is it that doth bind?
Like when I try to walk out on you
Moil to notice someone new
What makes me want to be so loyal?
When I know it hardly matters to you!
Like when I try to convince my heart
That we can’t ever conjoin
Like when I decide to stop writing about you
I end up inditing this poem.
7 comments:
Those unending questions......
those evergreen emotions
lingering in every girls mind...
as she develops from an innocent small little child to a woman
nurturing within her the love and care
n the eternal quest for the freedom
is so beautifully brought out by this piece of literature...with the words n only words.....which sometimes hurts the most n sometimes.....r most needed...
still no can express so placidly... the emotion...
U have beautifully woven the words into a great poetry....
Words are the only thing we have. If it were not them, the world would have been a tad more difficult to live. Like your verse here...I hope you will always find a creative vent to express yourself. Coz thats what matters...expression :)
Hey, great job....the sixth para seems so real!!! And the concluding para is the best!!! hmmmm...am curious nonetheless.
Write more often...
Well here is a comment for dis special lady...
.........A wonderful poem,great writing skills. At the same time its too emotional! Expression matters but till a certain extent!!!
Its good as long its just a poem...
Good. But it lacked a certain force - it could have been better. :-)
@Metalhead: Umm... Uh huh... show me the better... Might help me. :)
i liked the 2nd-last paragraph the most.....its like der's never a way out of it...fabulously scripted....!!!!
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