Wednesday, February 20, 2008


In the used-goods shop
I cut a deal for the anklets
To decorate the feet
I bought the other day.

To some forgotten tune
And lost in fulfillment
They seem to be complete now.

In my thoughts
I try to sculpt her in vain
While she whispers
"Visit the used-goods store again".


Sri Vallabha said...

the poem seems so mystic. i am not able to fathom the thoughts going on in your mind

Rukhiya said...

The question hangs in the air. Why the lady said what she said. And you have some haunting images here. :)