She grabs a book
Packs her bags,
Leaves the pictures on the wall,
Bids good bye
To a life she was sure of
Leaves it all in
Search
Of a memory
As she leaves, the clock
Cried nine!
A cab pulls over
He lights a cigarette
Takes a walk
Passer by’s stare at him
He wished he could just
Vanish
He looks for those eyes
Fiery
Full of warmth
Life
Love
Tingly feeling
Whatever!
Glances at his watch
It was nine.
What has fate in store for them?
Dash! Heads clash
So does their future
Oops! Sorry
Hey I’m …
She smiled and said,
“I remember”
[Yeah!!I admit i am gettin addicted to free verse..somehow its so much easier to scribble stuff like this than write proper blogs..]
5 comments:
LOL! LOL! LOL! "Tingly feeling Whatever!" LOL!
Sorry, can't get over that line. Well, guess you've found your blog inspiration--free verse! Anyway, this one was really good, believe. It has certain "feel" to it. And hmmmmmmmMMMMM. Interesting topic. Again. Now I'm REALLY starting to wonder..
Heheheheh. Peace!
Jan:i knew you wud comment on the tingly..line..you never disappoint..thanx..wanted to put up sumthing so came up with this shit..my escape from blog blogs blocks!
What inspires you so much Rini.I wish something like that happened to us.
woah woah rini this anonymous guy IS getting somewhere rini hhehee no offense
yeah great 'free verse' as ud call it
n it makes it just as interesting as any other poem wid a rhyming scheme!
tata
manasa
Um does free verse thing come freely to mind, cause i tried hard and freakin thing just wouldnt pop in. So lol dont know how you do it, but it surely ROCKZZZZ keep postin ur stuff up, cant wait for more, actually i can.........for like 5 MINS SOO HURRY !!!!!!!!!!!!! hehe
~Archit
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