Saturday, July 11, 2009


am raining


Rain is rain is rain
drizzling on my face
dripping through my eyes
to the gutters
of black and white memories


GO
FIND UR WIND
HUG
GO WITH IT
TO THE HORIZON
STILL
ORANGE WITH
THE SMILE OF
FADING SUN

its a shadow
of me
of my liquid self
i flow and flow

A KISS
MELT ME TO THE CORE
WHERE I STILL AM ALONE
WET
LIKE A MOUSE
IN A RAT TRAP

I TOUCH U IN ME

am raining

1 comment:

sajitha said...

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood....what else to say?
nice...keep flowing n glowing wth such magical ideas..all d best!