Monday, September 6, 2010

a rut

its so easy
to kill time.

i just lay
on my bed.

and i make
sure;
that i do,
nothing.






© Rajat Mahajan. 2010

1 comment:

aditya said...

This poem and whiskers of a cat are both wonderfully written describing the essence of those nothing moments. Light as balloons. There is not much to grasp in these two poems, I feel. Just this fact that there is in fact nothing to grasp.