A Lost Poetry
A Lost Poetry
It was an unusual night.
I felt something
Creeping at me through the open window.
So, I took a ride on my senses
And up I went
Gushing through cascades of realizations
And flying past the yellow history of mankind;
Brushing against the rainbows
Of aesthetics
Chanting how art is for art's sake.
This is how poetry happened to me
And all night I made love to
The words and to the cursor
On my screen
As it waited eagerly like the bride on
Her wedding night
Jolting with all possibilities of ideas...
Morning came,
Taking away this sweet temporality.
I never saved what I wrote.
An erroneous flick of the finger,
An unwanted deletion.
And then suddenly this poetry
Became the love I had lost...
Like Frost's birches,
It took me away to heaven for a while
And brought me down to
Disappoint my escapade.
I never recollected the words completely
But held onto the lovely rememberance
Of writing them.
Since then,
I hope for such a night to come to me every day.
Nights when poetry happens to me
And I embark onto
An inexplicable journey
To the "fixed stars" above.
Because I believe,
Words can be deleted from the mind.
But feelings and passions from the heart can not...