Wednesday, November 29, 2006

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morning
begins
the way
You are.
bright, sunny,
shady, glum,
pouring.
nights
pass the way
you were.
live,
calm, starry,
cloudy, dark.
the in-between
times,
i spend dreaming
of sleeping
with you
after a life
spent making love.

(C) Jatin Gandhi April 18, 2005.

1 comment:

Surbhi said...

the poem is real just like th thought they convey..but i am particularly taken by the contrast of night /day..it reminds me of a hindi rock song...(no a specific song) and the poem sounds urban..it could not have been a universal thought but that of an urban young writer...imagery stayed with me after i finished this one and even others..i kept on coming back to it..day/night