18th March '11

a blank page
a pen
and no words

a poetry without a rhythm
a rhyme which doesn't ring

a night which turns agenda-less
a star which is lost

a friend whose far far away
a friend whose so close yet

a lover whose lost in ideal
a partner whose calculating the logic

a finger which has interrogated every angle
a tear which drops too easily

a straying lock of hair
a sleepy pair of eyes

a commitment of a lifetime
a parting of a week

a song, a sonnet
a ballad, a cuckoo

a nightmare, a dream
a hope, a dawn