Monday, March 27, 2006

Knock-Knock



Everytime the door bell rang
It is you, my sloppy heart sang
And...
Everytime the phone beeped
It is you, my thoughts leaped

Samy

4 comments:

max, Mississipi said...

Whatever ur philosophy, to me you look like an existentialist. Your poems and thoughts traverse a spectrum: love, dread, longing, freedom, awareness and consciousness of existing. I am sure many of your peer group will find it hard to follow or understand you!

Dr Anil K Jha said...

To Max: This guy has a lot of talent. I wish he is noticed sooner better than later.

Dr. AK Jha

Philip Larkin said...

There is a theory that every new poem, like an engineer's drawing, should sum up all that has gone before and take it a step further, which means that before anything worthwhile can be written everything worthwhile must be read.

philip larkin said...

The proof of a poem is not that we have never forgotten it, but we knew at sight we never could forget it. you write very well.