Finally The poet has to come for the rescue of the blogger.Today I am posting an intimate part of me-A poem writtten in summers of 05.
In The name of Love
This
is not a poem
to be read with rapt attention
Nor
a sketch of palm
of an unfortunate fatalist.
This
is not a map
drawn in the name of lost treasure
Nor
a truth untwisted.
Rather
It is a distance
measured from wrong end.
It is a moat
which drags one down
with feet up and chest downwards.
It is a weightless feather
of sparrow's broken wings
floating aimlessly in afternoon wind.
It is the last stone
one always leaves unturned.
It is the curse accepted
in the name of love.
3 comments:
Interesting..
Dude, who was the inspiration! ;)
Like saddu said whos the inspiration.. anyways me likes it
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