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,

The page still is unfound,
the pen, still is uncapped.

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.


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...

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.