The world is busy
And God’s hands full
Nary a bird in sight
Nor a song to hear
It rains on roofs
With no sure eaves
Laughter muffled by noise
Teasing the good old tear
Mist in the distance
you can’t see through
These gimmies for pelf
As old as hills
'While' your time for you
Look for happiness in you
And when you are tired of you
Look up to find me there
As time swooshes past
Swifter than a falcon’s gaze
It leaves me to wonder
Am I still in this race?
Samy
Kashur Kot is Kashmiri for Kashmiri lad. These are notes of one such tramp, from Kashmir and beyond. Prone to instant outbursts of laughter/creativity, I operate from wherever life takes me. Catch me at sameer20[at]gmail.com!
Blog by Sameer Bhat is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 India License.
For my short stories/poems, go to:
Blog Archive
About Me
- Sameer Bhat
- Thirties, hack, dreamer, liberal, non-conformist, laidback, romantic!!!
Je suis condamné à être libre
8 comments:
it is a keen take on our times by the very talented, poetic, masterly -- sam.
An excellent composition. It merits attention.
Hana, Egypt
Clap-clap-clap
It is indeed very good to see you balancing prose and poetry with an equal ease. I think at ur age and experience, you are very proficient with words.
Kudos
someone is getting lots of praise. ;)
'no Sure eaves' -- thats beautiful creation. This poem is one of the most original, creative and stunning pieces I've come across on the internet blogging, for a long long time.
Keep the spirit up.
Way to go
oh that is a touching poem.
sunanda, hyd'bad
I love the brevity of your verse. You expalined a lot in very few words.
Martha Kenwood, Sweden
a nice composition
T
Post a Comment