3/3/09

Unknowns write poems in a journal everyday.
they are poems of love.. mostly.
i read,re-read, recite, hum.. go back and forth, murmur,sing, take off, brood, reminisce with them.
everyday i stare out from the rider's seat in a bus
and that view of the glimmering sea looks like the window to a wall clock
and in it a box with me in a birdy cap, stuck to a spring.. waiting for the hour to tick.

4 comments:

little boxes said...

how can you be so good with words?
every effing time?

reema said...

hehe..ur kind

Arcane Akash said...

On paper so blank
I wrote words from my soul
Folded them into wings
And with hope i let them soar
Maybe one day they will reach you
Maybe one day you will know
These are my poems
I am an unknown

:-)

reema said...

@akash: unexpected. this is beautiful.