Wednesday 28 November 2007

ObVerse

Today @ office, someone asked me to tell a verse of mine...
I told I can't right now, it’s neither the place nor the time to go poetic...
'What can't you say anything right now? Can’t you recall anything? How do you write then?'
'I cannot, so please don't pressurize me to...'
So for this fella, I have few lines...
(I never told him, felt like hitting him hard though!)


A passion... Never a purpose...
All time held in Reverence...
Cannot exit at any decree...
Nor can begin for any penny...
Man eye to the paltry compensations??
Or more paltry commendations?
I don't care... Neither I mind...
I only write what my heart finds...

1 comment:

--xh-- said...

thatz true - no one can push one to write anything; it have to come from heart, and can be done only when feels like putting down lines to paper.