Sunday, November 05, 2006

I found this very old poem of mine. Written in school, in the bitter end of a class of Accounts in 11th standard, perhaps it was the last one of the day. Ajmer was warm, the water salty and happiness lay in the sound of a bell.

In my mind

Lost in the narrow streets of my mind,
Streetlamps on every dark corner,
Music playing from lonely sheds,
Some women danching with winter chills,
A coal scribble of poetry on white walls,
Smoke making its way from bitter chymnies,
Journeys to endless roads,
Memories declining and fading,
Beautiful eyes, words and lust,
Expectants grief; disbelieve in distrust,
Words hidden, riddled with hope scorned,
A curtained vision of a world beyond.
Laws invented and then justified,
The princess of thoughts sailing ahead,
The rain gods play with thunder.


Blogger some girl i dont know said...

in school the tiniest of sorrows spiral into this poetic frenzy ..thats how I discovered the free verse..
this was nice.

7:33 PM, November 05, 2006  
Blogger jerry said...

thank you.

7:56 PM, November 05, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

streetlights on every dark corner !!

brilliante !!

1:22 AM, November 06, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

well half the love stories worth telling aren't happy jerry

11:33 AM, November 06, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

awesome poem !

11:35 AM, November 06, 2006  
Blogger jerry said...

hey all, thank you...seem to have lost a bit for writing poem when one is in shackles of journalism writing...but thank you, really...

12:45 PM, November 06, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

sorry had to remove ur comment jerry. some ppl wish to remain anoynmous..

3:29 PM, November 06, 2006  

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