Monday, February 26, 2007

words

Consonants and vowels strung together
Scribbled carelessly on a paper scrap
Mumbled softly in a lover’s ear
Sung, forlornly
Painted huge, proclaiming
Typed hastily
Whispered surreptitiously


What is it with these concoction of syllables that makes us think, want, do?

2 comments:

Madhur Kashyap said...

srap?? whats that?

Am I guessing it correctly that the poet here is referring to love songs? :-D

Very original if so.

quintaqua said...

oops... i meant scrap