{Of all lies, art is the least untrue - Flaubert}

Friday, July 08, 2005


Closing the night, sweet slow lullaby, singing to myself
Finding an alibi, messing the life, talking to myself

Making sea in sink, hoisting the flag, raising to myself
Painting hands on walls, every line clear, waving to myself

Making memory of today, thinking slow, creating by myself
Keeping the silence, thinking aloud, living by myself

Making castle of mud, washing hands, all by myself
Hiding the sweat, showing the disguise, all by myself


Anonymous said...

Well written - very touching indeed, - keep up the good work.

Btw: have you written "longer" poems than those presented on your page?

anurag said...

Thanks for the kind words, Anon.

I haven't written longer poems than those on the blog.