Friday, May 09, 2008

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.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

just to let you know i read this and liked it.

dedicated to anyone in particular moi?:)

Bland Spice

Harish Govindarajan said...

awesome imagery...
considered setting your poems to music? think it'll sound great.

Ramya said...

@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 :)

Abhay said...

was a nice read.

Anonymous said...

sweet..reminds me of the time when we used to have paper boat races as kids after it rained