Saturday, January 31, 2009

In search of you, my smile




A smile that I lost a few years back, was ever lost,

until my teeth spotted it two days back.

In pretence I have smiled, at debts borrowed a few,

None of them my very own, I still smiled, and within was a ‘phew’.

Iam not a loner, never been one,

Felt all alone, when she left me stunned.

Should I search for her or my smile?

Wish both were the same, to save me this pain.

Like a new born I cry and none know why,

with no words at my dispense, my tears help me write.

All who read, sing praises for my art,

they call me a poet, when Iam just a writer in distraught.

Desperate Iam not, though my cheeks and chin are,

this poem is a consolation,

cause the smile that kissed my teeth,

vanished before even it could reach my cheeks.

6 comments:

Priyanka Agrawalla said...

May ur search end soon and u get both...

'All who read, sing praises for my art,

they call me a poet, when Iam just a writer in distraught.'

Very true indeed...

sharat said...

dude smile is temporary da happiness is permanent....u will be no short of happiness all your life...i know that....its just a phase in ur life.....life is short...so smile n make others around u also smile...dis way happiness keeps flowing all directions!!!!!!

Subu @ Tilak said...
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Subu @ Tilak said...

dai sharat ..itz jus an imagination as a poet da...

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