Friday, August 9, 2013


I am the alphabet that twists your tongue,
The steam in the tea that hisses to escape
The cat that jumps the railings unapologetic 
Sheets that cover the naked bed
The colorful picture on the wall 
that you don't get tired of looking at
Plastic money, escaping 

from the machines, at your behest
A blood purifying concoction
that cuts across your mouth
I've burnt my tongue with tea
that now seems tasteless 
just like your words.


sridevi datta said...

Lovely ...the last two lines kinda shook me :)

rinzu rajan said...

Thank you Sridevi! Will visit your blog soon!