Friday, November 05, 2010

I am tired

Says the hearse,
carrying corpses of words;
poems in search of its burial ground.

I am tired
of the wails and whimpers.

I am tired
of the day for the dead.

Love is the bridge without hand railings
and I am the coffin wagon.
I wish I could be the bell ringer.


crumbs said...

yeah, working in a certain someplace does that to you :D

athi said...

let your words never die at your finger tips.. :) beautifully written :)

medusa said...

why the bell ringer?

prabha said...

A bell ringer just informs, but the hearse has to carry the dead weight.

Joanna said...

liked it :)