Who Am I?
Waiting down the line?
peeping over the crowd?
Nibbling a blade of grass?
Rubbing my toe?
Twisting my lonely curl?
Smiling at my hazy reflection?
Peeping out to greet the night?
Tilting my head shyly?
Batting my eyes coyly?
Giving you the teasing, questioning look?
Not your lover
Neither your wife
Nor the maam
You visit at nine.
I am your heart
Beating somber...
Against the door kept ajar
Below the whining moon.
8 comments:
Ah, heart would be really happy if it could read this poem... Lovely!
Saru
Beautiful..Love this. Short and simple :)
Lovely! I guess we are all what we are doing in the moment and fragments of feelings captured by words.
Nice :) Absolutely nice :)
you are always welcome to visit us and share your poetry.
keep it up.
:) keep it safe:)
and whenever i am here i see that cup of coffee, how i want to have one NOW :D
love
Chintu Singh
a poem of questions and answers. nicely laid down. keep it up! it kinda reminded me of my own poem made of questions and answers "Nothing"
http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-poet-award-week-53.html
award notice,
Thanks,
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