Tuesday, July 21, 2009

I Think

There is something to be said
about the finality
of a small black dot.

And the
continuity of three...

Amusing,
that hope comes in shapes
of bent teardrops.
(,)
Not of beginnings
and not of ends.
Separating instances of many,
and mildly disfigured sentiments.

9 comments:

Mer-curial-maiden said...

Fabulous!! 3rd stanza especially :)

Srivatsan said...

"That hope comes in shape of bent teardrops"

super!
That stanza alone should be a haikoo!

Death On Two Legs said...

You talented creature, you. Revel in your glory.

My Evil Self said...

@ Mer-curial-maiden : That's what the poem was built around.. :)

@ Srivatsan : Thanks. Though not quite "haiku" status, I think I'm getting better at this!

@ Death On Two Legs : *a five-inch-smile from ear to ear* ! I think I'll give up software for a life devoted to art. Soon.. :)

Anty said...

I agree fully with Death On Two Legs.

It's a privilege to have stumbled upon your blog and to keep enjoying it.

My Evil Self said...

@ Anty : Just when I was starting to question it... You have some brilliant timing!
Thank you.

And it works both ways, my friend. Though I wish you would post more often.. :)

Anty said...

An internship and sudden cold coffee urges have been keeping me away. But now that you've said it, your wish shall be my command.

My Evil Self said...

Good to know! The post on "Dilli" is an absolute delight.

Where are you doing your internship from?

Anty said...

Thanks :)

From a publishing house called 9.9 Media.