Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I am

i'm the magician, turning gravel into potpourri
i'm the concoctionist, mixing fallen leaves together to make a tree
i'm the chameleon, tossing along a rainbow
i'm the soil, beneath moving leaves and falling shadows
i'm the dormant volcano, that may or may not have its day
i'm the south pole, waiting for a summer
i'm the percussionist, posing for a solo
i'm the lone butterfly, living in the belly
i'm the new crayon, itching to draw
i'm the grass at the far edge of a forest fire
i'm the tea, simmering and bitter
i'm the prose, between hand and paper

7 comments:

Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...

awesome...totally loved it... :)
u shud write more poetry...
each line is beautiful :)

Shivani Gakhar said...

thanks.. i hope not though, cos my poetry is most often the result of being mindf****d (i know u told me not to use that word.. remember?)
hehe

vg said...

sahi hai...bahut dino baad.

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PJ said...

I am poetry, most honest of all lies

Shivani Gakhar said...

@uday: u r third time lucky?
:P