Friday, July 26, 2013

Three Quarters (3 ¼ s)


¼ past 11
She stared at the wall;

He grimaced at the blank paper;
Status updated.
Writer’s block.



¼ to 12
A storm brewed outside the door.
Calmness subsided indoor;
Together, they spun inside out.
Caught in a different eye of the storm.



¼ past 12
Monsoon reigned.
Just like the needles, long & short
They fell apart; Heaving.
Clasping hands they grinned at the ceiling.


4 comments:

Divenita said...

¼ past 11
She stared at the wall;
He grimaced at the blank paper;
Status updated.
Writer’s block.

Loved it :)!

Beauty captured in short verses.

Shephali Bhatt said...

:)

Curiosity crower said...

Very intriguing Amit :) Simple and crisp :)

Nivedita N said...

The true story of most writers.

A famous writer said: All writing is procrastination.

Haha Your poem reinforces that.

Keep scribbling.