Tuesday 30 September 2008

Dancing Questions














Sometimes I feel I need no words
To hear you. And sometimes,
No words could satiate my senses.
The intangibility of the moment
Kneads a fallacy new-
And breathing in, I contemplate
My answers, for questions unheard.

Yes? Do you feel it too, oft I ask.
Again, into that vacuum
Where there exists a swell
Of the untraceable,
My fingers weave a swirl
Of moist undulations.
And, you don't see it, do you?

Amidst the unspoken
That I try to give words to,
And the untraceable,
That I try to give frame to-
I wonder if I missed to notice
You slipping away-
Did I? And more pertinent the question-
Did you, indeed?

Once again, I hang onto that word,
That never comes into the open.
And the stenciled patterns, invisible,
I fail to distinguish.
I wonder if I have failed? Or,
Is it that I have never been there,
To know?

Again, the questions dance,
Teasing and taunting-
And I follow, breathless
In awe.

3 comments:

  1. Sometimes I feel I need no words
    To hear you. And sometimes,
    No words could satiate my senses.
    The intangibility of the moment
    Kneads a fallacy new-
    And breathing in, I contemplate
    My answers, for questions unheard.

    The opening, itself, by Jove! A beauty..:) This one too is becoming a fav.. :)

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  2. Every poem seems even better than the one before.. :)

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