Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Inkpot III




(For Gulzar)

In the ink of
dark waters of inkpot
spreading a net of words
sitting on the shore of passion
I am lost in thoughts.
Whole night
keeps awake
with me
and suddenly some stars are
trapped in it
from the pocket of a star
I find a pearl of poem.


From ‘Antraal’
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