Room of my own...

That corner of the room,

I always sit,

painted green and yellow,

gives me a happy bliss..


A crescent moonlit night,

I see your face,

on my closed eye-lids.

I feel an invisible faith,

Giving me a constant assurance

“It is not over” you say…

reading my mind

like a extremely clear X-ray.


When did all this start?

How can I listen to myself?

Without breaking my heart

I wish I could explain

It’s your ego

driving me insane.

I feel not anger, but dissatisfied

This way I make my ego

A thing that died.


I want to loose myself in a painting

Giving myself an abstract existence

Helpless, I watch you...

That corner of the room,

I always sit.

Painted green and yellow

Gives me a happy bliss.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Touched that part of my heart that I really treasure... Ur a star!
July 28, 2011 at 10:01 PM
smriti said…
Thanks Nishant! :)
July 28, 2011 at 10:22 PM
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