Monday, March 30, 2009

At Noon...




Suddenly,

A flash.
Of strange thoughts?
No.
Of words, vying.

More flashes; more words.

A poetic fit.
Brief yet lasting,
Silent yet echoing.

An explosion.

Blurred thoughts;
A waiting, and
Then the lines.

Presently,

A scream
Rings through the house,
With the calling-bell!
Someone sneezes, and

Its over,
Prose returns!

Now Playing:: Aaoge jab tum............Jab We Met

1 comment:

Debasish Patra said...

Considering the fact that you are 'D-E-E-P-I-K-A'...

I'm not surprised at d fact that, I just read an almost b'ful poem bout Nothing!

:)