a poetic correspondence

a poetic correspondence

ME
my heart doesn't need poems to heal
a poem won't really erase the hurt i feel
all i want are some words earnest and true
and if you could add a hug, then that would be good too
but it is sad you don't realise this my friend
sad that you don't have a few kind words to lend
sad you have nothing to say
sad that you should feel this way
but thats oki'm not mad
just a bit hurt and maybe very sad
i love you still, thats what friends do
and if you need me i'll be here for you

SHE
hey....

you told me you need no poem...
but i think i need one
so just listen to what i have to say..
just this once...

i know you're hurt , i know you're sad
i know its not easy to let go just like that

i'm sorry for what i did
you know i did'nt mean it
its just that , its been so long...
i thought our friendship had grown really strong...(it still is!!!!!!!!!!!!- i hope...)

i'm not upset , i'm not sad
i'm not even close to anything like that

i know i have'nt completely understood you,
but i promise, i will one day,
believe me , 'coz i believe in you...

ME
a poem they say comes from the heart
a poem they they say is truth from the start

a poet you say you are not
but a poem you just wrote, did you not?

a poem so true, it shook me from within
a poem so beautiful , it made music like a violin

a poem i know i didn't ask
but writing one like that should have been one mean task


if what you have to say is going to be filled with so much sincerity
i'll listen to you for not just once but for all eternity

it has been long, our friendship has gone strong
but listen to what i have to say, don't get me wrong

even the oldest and strongest tree faces a storm
young or old they all do, its the norm
even the tree with the deepest roots needs water to survive
water is a neccessity if it needs to live and thrive
but do you the difference between the young and the old tree
if you don't - then hear it from me

the old ones face the strong much better
it may get ruffled but won't give in to the pressure
our friendship darling is like an old tree
it may need water and face storms of the highest degree

but in the end it'll stil stand
in the end it'll emerge strong and
better than ever before

may this strom be a lesson well learnt
may it be into our hearts and mind burnt
may it remind us what a beautiful bond we share
and to let go ever, may we not even dare

a kite on the tree

a lonely kite flutters on the tree
hanging dangerously on the brim
is has a choice to make - a tough choice
a choice between easy and right

the distance to the ground
seems so much easier to cover
than the distance to the skies

the decision has to be made fast
or the wind will rip it apart

the skies seem dauntingly infinite
terrifyingly unconquerable
yet temptingly free and beautiful

the ground is easy to reach
it just has to fall down
but then it will be impossible
to rise upto the skies ever
Once it falls-itfalls- no hope
No scope to go anywhere better

the decision has to be made fast
or the wind will rip ti apart
the end seems so near
and life seems so dear

the lonely kite flutters on the tree
it reminds me of someone - it reminds me of me

eclipse

a need to prove myself
clouded by the fear of failure
setting my priorities right
overridden by teenage fantasies
a resolution to work hard
blurred by the want to have fun
the choice to do the right thing
fogged by the tendency to do whats"in"
the discretion to be rational and wise
misted by the tendency to be impulsive
the decision to believe the good in myself
hazed by doubts about self worth
the wish to stay sane and focussed
overcast by the inclination to go crazy and digress