Sunday, 7 November 2010

since the stars that twinkle
here
and
there

are the same.

tell me

what is the use of my crying
under the night sky?

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a glass of champagne sits
lonely
its bubbles
fast disappearing

tomorrow night

nothing but

stale vinegar.

3 comments:

ramya sriram said...

i loved the first one.

Elendil said...

Now *this* is good poetry. Loved it.

Magically Bored said...

Lovely. :)