On the canvas called night
If this were a dream
You would be the writer
And I would be the poem
Like a book written to be read
But not meant to be opened
Mysteries would unravel distances
With your lips as close to me
As the words mixed up for their meaning
Same but quite different
Both hopelessly in love
One with the poet
One with the poem
- Piy
For the starters, welcome to the group:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem...I love the streak of optimism cum helplessness in it.
Fav Lines: ...Like a book written to be read
But not meant to be opened...
Looking forward to more such great stuff!
Love the ending. =)
ReplyDeleteand i second P on her her fav. lines.
-aRUNDHATI