November 18, 2011

कितने दूर, कितने पास

We were too busy
In our I's
The 'us' that could be
Would never be seen
With closed eyes

Each one standing
With an outstretched arm
Hoping the other
Would take the first step
And so here we are
Standing orphaned
On our islands

And there are the words
Useless ones we threw around
All the beautiful ones
We threw away
An ugly beautiful cacophony
That now flows between us

So we stand here
A mere shout away
With dried up voices...
Photo by Basu. It is the opposite of all that this poem talks of. And yet it somehow fits :)


Peecee said...

Indeed, it fits :)

naween said...


Yes, it does :)