Poetry

Poetry has been off for a long time. Rummaging through my writings of past I found two of them. One I myself had forgotten that I ever wrote it. The other is more recent. Here are both of them.

Can you handle...
Date: 24th Oct, 2004

Can you handle me when i cry?
Can you handle me when i talk too much
Can you handle me when i wish i could fly?

Can you let me run like a child ?
can you let me come home to kiss you?
can you let me share my dreams that are wild?

can you take my hand and hold it tight?
can you take me in your arms and kiss?
can you take me out in a dark moonless night?

can you bear my sadness?
can you bear my joys?
can you can you can you???
you think you can handle my madness?

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No name
Date: June 13, 2005

He closes his eyes

And she fills his canvas with her vibrance

His lashes sweep each curve of her

And she lets him splash color all over.

A moment later the artist opens his eyes. She disappears and for a long time he stares at his white canvas.

In idle hours, he toys with words

A lilting poetry that he sketches in air

The paper is white and the pen untouched

He realizes there are no words to reveal her.

The poet realizes one truth of life. Some poetries cannot be translated into words..

I don’t know how to paint

I can’t do music

I even can’t describe in words

I haven’t yet learnt the feelings that can show I am here while I am not here.