Thursday, March 3, 2011


After a hectic week
I hit home on a Friday night
Open the door with my key and enter
I scream my lungs out
Somebody is hanging to the fan with a rope
Attempt to suicide

Only we two live here,
Who is this third person hanging?
With my heart pounding I go and see
It’s a known face, it resembles both of us
Oh my god, it’s our love
Trying to kill itself, neglected by both of us

I release it from the rope, bring it down
Pump in some love, attempting to bring back to life
Take good care of it over the weekend,
Hoping to keep it alive
It gets lonely when we both go for work
It gets sad, when we both ignore it

The love that brought us together
Is now eroding, creating a gap
It has become weak and it barely breaths
Am hiding all dangerous things away
We both are afraid to lose it but
We both just don’t try to hold it on



Pradeep Rao said...

Super! excellent imagination! Im in shortage of words to describe how awesome the lines in this poem are.. Simply Wonderful!

ದಿನಕರ ಮೊಗೇರ said...

nimma endina style nante irade jara haTke ide...

be happy...

Sumanth Hegde said...

Good One,

Things are changing, people are.. in this movement we missed THE BASIC THING