Sunday, September 20, 2009

Symphony

I am a note
on a piece of paper
clipped
hanged till death

You are a note
floating in the air
free from the grips
of life or death

And in between
are empty spaces
unsung
unheard...

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

abbe yaar, to the solution is easy na...!

the two notes can together sing and hear the connecting space in between that you call 'empty'.
and be in a state of celebration.

Kafir said...

yeah sure :)

btw it wasnt intended to ask for solution form readers. so jus read n enjoy...

Anonymous said...

"Some notes are better left incomplete...sans music"...right?
But then thats true about some stories also..
Ye saare "some" ka sum results in a huge number :(

Anonymous said...

I was not suggesting any solution, i was just being myself.

the character in your poem seemed to be in pain, and I couldn't help sending him some wishes

in any case, its a wonderful work of art that you have; today I chose to read out some of your poems to some of my friends.