Tag: poems

If Only

Your life and mine
perpetuated with ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’

If we could
write invisible lines from Shakespeare’s sonnets
or glide on the sun rays
or drum away on the Tibetan plateau
or swim among the stars.

If only,
but the sonnets are written,
sun rays are fickle,
the plateau is no Tibet
and the stars are dead


Poems Breathe



Like poets
poems need to breathe
publishers jail them
in small boxed columns
poems die like poets
they need to breathe


[The idea for this poem was born from a discussion (with my friend ‘A’) on how poems are published in small columns. ‘A’ helped me ‘tighten’ the poem.]