Tuesday, May 16, 2006


Like last night's rain
that fell on your lane
upon my stupid dreams
when the bed went cold

Like the humming bird
which calls its mate
on lonely nights
when black thunders roar

Like old mulberry tree
full of ripe juice
which moists some lips
but spoils my new shirt

Like a bee which is busy
kissing endless flowers
massing sweet piles of honey
in the jagged old comb

You too are pre-occupied
like the slanting rain and tree
Like the humming bird and bee
To even notice me



akriti said...

As beautiful as poetry can get.


Josh, Madrid, Spain said...

I love your words, Sam.

So intense and striking.


D. Gill said...

Good blog and a raelly nice poem. Reflective, as I would like to call it.

Anushman, New Delhi said...

Are you a literature student?
I am impressed here.

Anushman, 25, New Delhi

fuzzair said...

Great poem.


Justin Hall, Sweden said...

I like that peom. I have already pulled a print-out and plan to give it to my girl.

Thanks, man.


Garry, Newark said...

You heard the word INTENSE. That is what each word of yours is.


Dr Anil K Jha, Ranchi said...

Very good. Keep up the good work.

Dr Anil

Anonymous said...

love u

yana, bangalore said...

great lines

SF said...

I did, just that u did not notice this time