Saturday 3 April 2010

Poems in the rainy afternoon


poems in the rainy afternoons.
drops not touching me.
falling from an ambition-less sky.
yoked by grey.
me in my solitude.
in the dryness of the house.
squeezing a poem out of the moment.

my sights are not set high.
just like the heavy cloud.
an ear to hear.
a sympathetic hand.
i can pour in shallow depth.

a paper-pen or keys on the board.
just soul preceding over medium.
i seek the poem.
and comment on my journey.
i never arrive.