Tuesday 3 May 2011


I could rage like an ocean misplaced
And send storms your way,
Clobbering everything in my path to dust.
I could send out messages
Of winter trains,
Stories of faith and trust.
In all hard fact, I could even
Enchain you and hold you tight,
So tight that you can’t breathe.

I may wait, miserable and cold,
Like a mutt in the rain,
And wait for you to see me.
I may leave passing notes and tears astray.
I may, however small,
Even send out a prayer each day.

I would want different stars for me.
But as you lie in my arms and gaze
Into her eyes,
I’d still lose…


Sujata Ravi said...

Wow. That's simple, and so honest. It captures resignation and heartbreak perfectly.

Neelav said...

hmmm...past, present or random???

Unknown said...

"I'd still lose...". aye.

Udita Banerjee said...

@Sujata: Thanks!
@Neelav: Msg me your phone number. And as for your question, present.
@Rupsa: aye, aye...

Sandeep said...

pity the eyes that shunt such rage, such passion....