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