the new york minute and indian 60 seconds..
two extremes of the same dimension..
so much to do..so less time..
i need to wait..moments won’t sublime
but what lies in the other side of the hour..
the vella me..or the grapes that are sour..
a smile at the mirror or laugh at the self..
to kill this hour would i be deft..
the streaming music..each note passing by..
do they bring close the dreaded “good bye”
the dazzling night..the drive down the road
is it dark because my eyes are closed..
the glance at the window..would the icon turn green..
the intimidating redness..am i being mean..
the invisibility of which gmail deprives..
the simplicity that..that text chat revives..
so much i blabber..so less i think..
the expected volley..the unexpected dink..
moments go by..so would this night..
would wait for the morning..warm and bright..
Srividya said:
was wondering why u hadn’t published this one. It has so many emotions all wrapped into just a few lines. That’s the beauty of it! Good going buddy 🙂
shash said:
thanks vidya..
i found that while looking for something in my sent items..guess it was not received..
Shiv said:
There are two emotions coexisting together thru out the poem, that i observed. Hope… followed by a ‘What if it doesn’t happen?’ question. As though there is a possibility that the hope might be crushed with reality 🙂
Lovely work dude… Yet once again… loved it!!!
shash said:
@shiv
reread the verse after your comment..and did it before the background of its making..there is a story behind which i just recalled, and wished for the impossibility rather the possibility..
thanks man..