Thursday, 22 October 2009


How cruel is expectation,

Holding desires captive to another’s will.

Hung in a lacunae

In between a nascent possibility

And a nihilistic impossibility.


karuna said...

I like your poem.And I am inspired if not to write about silence- certainly to practise it and appreciate it a little more. :)

Wanderer said...

hey! don't know how u found my blog, but i remember reading a poem in which u had tagged isa, Salt and i really liked it.thanks for the comment. i visited your blogs, u write very well, and I rarely like poetry, so mean it. great feel for words

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