Words on Paper

Sunday, February 27, 2011 by B.H.

Paper neath the pen,
Looks at me with a knowing smile,
Asks me the reason behind my facial expression.
Paper neath the ink,
Tells me it's okay, for haps can be wrong at times,
And for that, we are not to be blamed..
Words lay naked on papers to be read.
Words written in silence, in mute testimony
As whispering winds play with poetic woes
The amalgam of mellow serenades between our hearts
And the howling chilly sounds of sorrow...
And sonorous tunes played on Cupid's bow
Words lay naked on papers to be read.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dickens poems likhta tou bilkul aisi hi likhta =P

Bahadur Hussain said...

Mujhe nahi pata yeh Tareef thi ya tanz. =D

Anonymous said...

Cm'onnnnnnnnnnnnn! Its Dickens, :O wo alag baat hai k mujhe samajh nahi aata :p

Bahadur Hussain said...

Oh so you were serious! =o Oh well! Shukrya! *grins*

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