Sunday, August 9, 2009

Living Words


I started a text, some calendars ago,
to mark the making of a lore,
A legend.

The words grew like a disease,
spread as epidemic,
ruining-me.

The page still is unfound,
the pen, still is uncapped.
Mutating-me.

One fine day, the words shall say,
The reader ought read it,
the writer shall live it.

For words gave me a beat,
of my heart.
A life, of my own.

4 comments:

Jenny said...

Hi Rajat,

A poem about writing a poem and very interestingly written. :) Your feeling for composition is striking and there is a natural elegant flow in your work. It is a pleasure reading it!

ecstatic shimmeR said...

@Jenny
Well thanks a lot for reading through and the motivational gesture.
Sure thing, we have an association now, for the good, and going through your work regularly is what i have on the priority list.

aditya said...

I like the flow in each of your works. It is very elegant. And it was nice, as ever, to read this one !! :)

ecstatic shimmeR said...

@ aditya

Well, certainly comments like yours have driven me more into writing, and doing so much frequently.
Thanks.