"That is the thing with poems;
they grow on a conscience,
neverending,
like a fungus,
as children"
The poem I am showcasing here, and the rest are equally good, for you to read is:
' Missing Us'
Andy Warhol paintings
Jewish cookies (or something else)
Crépes with chestnut cream
21° Celsius
Chablis with friends
Online amateur poetry
Priyagold biscuits
Dal with chawal and dahi
42° Celsius
Spurious daaru with morons
I tell her how much I care--
'Did you put that eyedrop in sweetheart?
Do you have a good mood?'
When all I think is--
'Now love, tell me how to live.'
(http://dotcommedtanuj.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-us.html)Read also WHY PARIS (http://dotcommedtanuj.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-paris.html)
"But we don't know Paris
its towers and arcs of us unaware
the ladies and the museums without our stare."
and SMILING SLEEPS (http://dotcommedtanuj.blogspot.com/2009/02/smiling-sleeps.html)
For the whole haul go to TS' blog Sense
1 comment:
Like them all. You cross post poems that are in tandem with yours. :)
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