Tuesday, April 22, 2008

A Bag - Lost

I had a bag
It’s not exactly black but a bit dark
Like dusk.
Just after the sun sets and
When birds fly to their nests,
That’s the darkness, the color of my bag.

I kept this bad in a corner of my house

There is a window too in that corner.
Usually I watch stars from that window
Looks like couple of tear drops on a dark drawing paper
Where glows your face.

I have not seen the bag for quite sometime now.

Not able to find too.
Searched a lot,
Not able to find it...

I am thinking of lodging an FIR today.

The cops might ask,
What was there in the bag?
How will I say, there was just one shirt,
I used to call it 'Dreams'.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Heay Paras,

I really appreciate your writing, specially when you symbolize the your thought.

Wish you all the best for future.

Keep writing..


Regards,
Deepa

Paras said...

thank u somuch deepa

MomentaryLapse said...

Your writing pierces through one's heart, very nice.......
Kip writing n shining!!!!

Jolly said...
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Jolly said...

too good Paras, had goose flesh as I read it...too much feeing encapsuled!!!

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