what then shall i watch
if not these snapshots of an indifferent daily?
how do i sit hidden
from where my eyes cannot see your frame?
how do i not know
when you shall return and what you shall eat?
how do i not love you more, even if tragically?
how do i not obsess, when i know how soon it disappears
and then i shall open the box of clutters, and marvel at my collection.
and live, yet a bit more.
2 comments:
in panktiyon mein kavyitri ne kya kaha hai?
when the poem is this deep...one doesnt want to disturb wid one's own interpretations
the best things in life are the little things
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