Tuesday, December 18, 2012

You're My Poetry

You may perhaps be a sonnet
The couplets beating
With the rhythm of my heart
Tripping on the toe of a meter
You tango into a metaphor.

You maybe a renaissance moment
Of the day painted
On the canvas of the earth
Cupped in my petite fingers
As a three lined haiku.

You may even flow
Freely as a verse
Not circumscribed by the boundaries
Of rhyming perimeters.

But most of all
You are every vowel
That twined itself with my alphabet

The truth that healed
My morbid ink.

First published in Muse India here.

1 comment:

Ankit Sharma said...

This is such a beautiful post....
Keep writing and best wishes...