Wednesday, June 29, 2011

No coffee for you



It brews like amassed anger on an inflated day.

Pointed up in see-through,
the square picture with a square picture.
I, in my stupor; you, through your thoughts-
plant a lucid exchange of painted fog.

Far away, I own many a place.
Here is home.
The corners have become large hearted.
Its face is ours.

You ask yes, I agree
and forget,
and say no when you talk of smokes.
So excuse me
if I brew some coffee,
even if it’s a state of mind.

The bloody dagger
only but cuts a lemon,
because up on the hill
sweetness lay in silk.

2 comments:

  1. welcome back to the blog. Its almost so much personalized, that the narration is hard to catch on at a general note. I loved the way It ended.

    regards
    Ur most loyal reader ever,
    PULKIT

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  2. Yes, it is.

    Thank you Pulkit for still keeping up with my posts. :)

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