11 July 2009

To write a poem

you got'ta have paper
clean and crisp is fine
but furrowed ones are better
speaking back to you
with suggestions
in quite poetic lingo

Got to have ink on the nib to scrawl
the same shapes that waft through your mind.


most often the predicament
let not that vex you
life …….will happen
even in the most private nook
and present one with

But , where is the time?

PS: Ironically this was scribbled in 20 mins in a 20 min train ride.

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