thoughts float,
bob up and down
like paper sailboats
in crooked,
rainfed rivulets
during monsoon
that diverge,
broaden,and
gurgle nothings
and sometimes
disappear into
potholes and drains
boat-marks erased
by the water,leaving
shades of soaked white
thoughts float,
bob up and down
like paper sailboats
and i dont know
which ones are yours
and which ones mine.
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just to let you know i read this and liked it.
dedicated to anyone in particular moi?:)
Bland Spice
awesome imagery...
considered setting your poems to music? think it'll sound great.
@bland spice:
thanks!and yes,it is dedicated to a friend of mine :)
@harish
i've tried..gimme a hand sometime in the music room :)
was a nice read.
sweet..reminds me of the time when we used to have paper boat races as kids after it rained
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