Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tell me, will you please?

Tell me, will you please?
That afternoon
when you ran your finger on my chest
what were you scribbling?

Were they circles of satiation
or triangles of guilt?
Or spirals of confusion?
Tell me, will you please?

Maybe you were signing your name,
or writing mine,
or maybe his.
Tell me, will you please?

11 comments:

wildflower said...

Woosh!
Forgive me for sounding so stupid..but this is wht escapes my lips... :)

lemme jus guess..she must have been scribbling your name along with hers...

Ms dark glasses said...

The answer dosen't really matter....The poem is beautiful:)

ANN'S BLOG said...

Nice poem.Expect more.
She scribbled on ur chest and u should answer what she scibbled.Enough thr' next poem.


ANN

Bimal said...

Hi BG,
Your poems are coming out meanigful. You should pen these down more often

Anonymous said...

Sharpens a need that cannot be named - the craving to be the one you are talking about

anilshankar said...

Triangles of guilt, spirals of confusion... life coming to full circle?

Anonymous said...

simply superb...
may be i would have preferred one more line..
just think about it..

Were they circles of satiation
or triangles of guilt?
Or spirals of confusion?
Or squares of contentment
Tell me, will you please?

Loved it

colourmewhite said...

I feel the vulnerability that permeates the entire poem… That’s what makes honesty so beautiful.

unrelentingdreamer said...

yeah I know I am late, but better late than never..
Reading this I wonder why don't you write poems more often, along with prose?
I think you are too good at both.. keep them coming...:)

Anubhuti said...
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Anonymous said...

hiii SPARKLING MAN....

Y there must be a guilt?.y confusion..if it is between ears then, it must be your name ...
-sam