R S Prasanna

Spam that tries to be literature.

Sunday, June 13, 2010


When words stop, music begins
Where the world stops, she begins

I walk through crowded roads
Selling my wares to make a nickel
I rest in an empty home
The Nickel beside me,
While she walks
Through crowded roads
Earning her nickel

Words stop where music begins
This poem started where I missed her,
Its been a year since we've been engaged
Seems like a blink of an eye

Mine not hers,
Her eyes are for more
Worthy metaphors than the ones
Her Husband peddles!


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