With a new promise
every morning
I leave
fresh daisies
at your feet.
Thank you
says that little
note
tucked inside.
I appreciate.
Thank you,
my life is better.
Much love.
Fervently,
Thank you.
Once outside
I wait for
such pleasure words
to stop churning
in my head.
And I wait
for my patience
to fizzle out
while printing
the next note
painstakingly.
You bring home sunshine.
Thank you, truly.
If only
I could forget
your address
someday
and let
9 comments:
this is rather nice. I mean i like that im reading a bit of bitchiness in the voice. :P
anurima, yours is the first blog i decided to follow. your words, every single one of them, seem to possess two adam's apples. there is fear but that fear is fragrant when it spills out onto the page or in this case, the computer screen. try excavating my blog too. chuckles. excavating ah! i had to use that word for all that it implies.
Hey, thanks. Will read your blog soon, I promise. Visit again
:)
orre baba
You are definitely one of the best poets I know! See the problem is that most people write poetry without realising how much they suck. Take me for example, only I know I suck. Marx said that one of his life's biggest mistakes was to write poetry. But you, you my dear are brilliant!
i agree with amrita.. brilliant job..
and yes.. let 'em rot..
Smooth and angry :) Baked in an oven of delight!
If only...
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