halve a whole
to create
two strangers
burn down
each others
lucid memories
erase a life
we dont dare
to remember
shovel in the years
cover it up
with sand
and you plant seeds
but they'll never grow
the soil's too dry,barren
so this is where
it all ends
you called it love
this joke,
haha.
(written in 2008)
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3 comments:
Wow. this is breathtaking.
Old seeds may not grow, but new ones grow all the time.
Hi Ramya....Pankaj had recommended your blog to me and I too found the poem to be excellent. Beginning from the first line, the imagery is just so good! Now, lemme go and read more stuff by u :)
'halve a whole
to create
two strangers'
The first verse, is certainly lovely.
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