Oishee's Poems

Poetry is supposed to be the 'spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions (well, almost)....These however, are some crazy experiments and explorations in expression. Er...actually not even that. It's just my space :) Read at the risk of your impending boredom ;) The actual dates of all the poems is missing:( But does that really matter so much?:)

Friday, September 01, 2006

Beats of a Resounding Heart

The well is deep.
The water shallower still.
The measly stone
makes no splash.
Just a deafening sound
Of silent life.
Perhaps its the same sound
that will resound in this stone wall,
When what goes down
Is a measly me.

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