April 29, 2015

Dial M for...

Back to poetry after a long time...a very long time! Something I penned on a turbulent flight back home...

Dial M for…

Hey there! Its been a while…I know.
You feel alone, so do I…is that so?
I hope another has not fallen for you…
For you I yearn to yield, Oh! Drifted soul.
Forgot to pay my respects, my dues
Did not count your gifts and blessings
Ingrate, cheap, debtor I am for sure.
Do I bow to you in shame, just to lure?
Do I strip to my bones and bleed dry?
Shall I choke the air, swallow the venom?
Must I dust my memories, rust in time?
Script my penance…dictate my role
Direct my moves…sing my songs
Echo my screams…fill my embrace
Will you smile to right the wrongs?
I beg to you for I am wordless
Short of fire to kill the fuse
Dwindled in reason but miss my rhyme
This is a call to you...dear Miss muse of mine!

Vasanth Kumar J


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