Tuesday, September 18, 2007

To a Poet Friend,,

she says
she understands..
a finger slaughtered
by wedding bands
a hope fighting
palmless hands
stumps of sorrow
grounded to magical
cybernetic lands..
what she doe not want to say
her thoughts
in my own way i expand
am i being presumptuous
of taking her for granted..
spiciness of indian curry
to mouth watering food that can be bland
biding my time in a poetic adventurism
with my feet sinking in
quicksand..
feelings that wont go away..
bound like new born baby
straight jacketed..
wringing hands
a fledgling hope
wrapped in a poem
i hope she
in her ignorance
Misunderstands..

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