Monday, September 04, 2006

Of Black Pepper & Rain

Of an afternoon
That burnt to black pepper
In slow motion.

I feel it
In the breath that wrote it

I feel it in the arc on my face
the one, that you gave birth to

A smile?
Is that what they call it, nowadays?

For that arc that you etched on my face
And a smile that my heart screamed

And, breath that smouldered to grey ash,
an afternoon, pregnant with rain

1 comment:

Utkarsh said...

my link with poetry is perhaps dormant and relegated to a corner of my mind, reading this brings it somewhat alive. Will re-blog and do visit and comment. This blog goes to my Favourites link.