Saturday 29 June 2013

Yet no trails behind

Tea turned cold
I grew old
It didn't rain

Terrace gathers leaves
Dry and in heaps
Clouds abstain.

Does this craggy face
Ever resurface
In a distant mind?

Or it gathers moss
Time rides horse
Yet no trails behind.

4 comments:

ekita said...

Lovely.. :-)

In contradiction to the title, this poem will leave trail in reader's mind.. :-)

Som said...

@Ekita, thank you :)

Black is back said...

Your blog needs more poetry

Anonymous said...

@Neha, on the contrary, it was wise to weed out poetry from this blog. There are enough quality ones around. Check this: http://mostlyfordistraction.blogspot.in/