Virtual Impressions

Buried in dust & grime
Are my poems
Lifeless & inconspicuous!

The poet in me has been brutally murdered
And so are my words; choked to death
Reminiscence of yester years have all turned sour!

There was a time; they were earnestly appreciated by all
But now you hear them shout from roof-tops
Seeking attention!?!?

Yet another futile attempt, I make today
To search for words;
That long betrayed me!

For a messiah; born during my poetic pursuit
Very virgin, very virile
Lucid in every subtle way!

Floating images, static sights
Defining life in vociferous light
I see my today in the dawn of tomorrow

In deep slumbers of the night!
Tranquil moments; perishing thoughts
Livid memories in placid bouts

I see you coming to my rescue
Before I elapse as unfinished verses!

From: 
Renu Ayyar




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Writing poems come natrually to me, very similar to breathing air. It helps bring out the best in me & keeps me connected with my inner self.


Last updated September 02, 2011