Friday, August 22, 2008

Points to Remember

I don't write poetry for a living.
Who would pay
a wandering soul in empty space
occasionally getting hold of some snappy verse.

Appreciation sometimes I get
But from a distance
Like that of advertisement boards on a highway
Which will be forgotten at the next lamppost.

I pretend to create the poem at one stroke
throwing all the first drafts into the bin.
They get recycled
And some one else in me
writes on them in a different ink
at a different time.

1 comment:

Rukhiya said...

I love the honesty of your work!