Monday, March 31, 2014

I see you

I see you...
And with every look
You own me
I see you
And wonder
If you see me
Like
I see you

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Where art thou

I wondered
Where my poems went
I thought they had wandered off
While I wasnt looking
Or they just ran away
Because I wasnt paying attention
Gone to that far off place
Where poems go to, to die
I searched deep within me
Hoping that some had pitied me
And stayed behind
Knowing I couldnt live
Without them
I started thinking
That those with a wandering eye
Had left me
For a better looking poet
With flawless skin
A sixpack and a larger vocabulary
Who can project his voice better
And the ladies swooned
Over his manly voice
I searched the depths
Of my soul...
As I was about to give up
And update the status of my defeat
It dawned on me
My precious poems
Never left me
I had merely reduced them
To meaningles tweets
And stupid status updates
To the point
That even I
Dont recognise them...