Friday, September 19, 2008

1st poem, on love

when 12
you taught me
the A,B and C
of love
.
after Z
and practicals,
killing your love
and with its blood
.
i wrote
in red
.
the 1st poem
on love
.

8 comments:

Preeti said...

oh my god...

this poem is conjuring all kinds of images...its like a frenzy...where there are flashes and sudden vanishes...
its so dark and 'disturbia'...

loved it shoon...you never fail us...

Preeti said...

at times na...one neednt make sense of what a poet is trying to say...
sometimes your words make me feel that...
when you flow through a feeling, na.. you are not trying to figure it out, you are just going with the flow...
trying to make sense of things is a sheer waste of time...

what i am saying now is such a contradiction to what i've recently posted...
ha ha ha...

Shoonyata said...

preeti:...you are right..one need not make sense of all that happens in life...no need to keep on analysing..

while mostly we get guided by the mind, once a while listen to the heart :)

Preeti said...

you have not put up the thoughtful blog reader award...

mayz said...

ouch!!!

ra said...

kick ass!!!!!!

i'll email u my versions of love turned to dust soon

kammommy said...

i want to mail this to a fren who claims to be a virgin everytime she breaks up....

nice...ur poems always make me think...actually they linger long after i leave ur blog....

the brad pitt butt one comes to me during some of my auto rides....you are my favourite poet n i mean it.

Shoonyata said...

mayz: come, on...buddy :)

ra: Hmmmmm

kammomy:thanks....but this is too much...making me embarrassed