I would like to call myself an occasional poet, who writes poems sporadically… at one point of time, I used to write poems regularly…general amateur poems…but as time went by, I was fascinated by the process of writing poems itself and tried to write ‘poems about writing a poem’… and I go back and edit or change or add a phrase…and so there are different versions of the same poem… I have already posted two poems in this blog…here is one more…
it is a tale…told by
long long ago,
a tingle in my loins;
snakes slithering in my heart;
monkeys marauding the silence
of my mind.
the mind struggles to go back.
and an ugly scar.
scattered blood.
their venom.
mind to its frozen silence.
blood, venom, and thawing silence
coagulate and meander along
my veins;
laboriously metamorphose and
flow into this page.