Saturday, May 01, 2010

disquiet

late night darkness
post-dinner
empty, still

i can hear
drunken murmurs
from down the street

i can hear
the neighbour's
phone ring

i can hear
the drip in the
bathroom, steady

as constant
as the rhythmic whir
of the fan

i can hear
the trees, restless
longing for movement

i can hear
my heart beat
in my head

i drown myself
loudly
in the music

2 comments:

दीपशिखा वर्मा / DEEPSHIKHA VERMA said...

U WRITE AWESOME !!

Bland Spice said...

Why did you take away my poems?