A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


Two Poems

Woohooo! I cannot help but hoot in joy! This is a first for the eccentric rambler, who randomly runs away with the words burgeoning, and wonders how they wove themselves so 🙂 , to have her verse published online 🙂 Thank you Cafe Dissensus for accepting and publishing these in your blogl! Phew! So there we are!!!

Cafe Dissensus Everyday

By Usha Pisharody 


Poetry. Such tremulous
Sheer evocative tingling poetry
Comes to me
Inside closed eyes,
Etchings on the inner lid,
Trailing out of fingertips
Itching to be written.

The self is but a conduit;
The source is not within
But in the gossamer threads
That weave themselves into
Pretty magical winged words.
I know it’s useless to
Capture them on paper,
Onto a screen here.

They’re there, those poems,
They come to me, under closed lids.
They tease, they prod, they entice.

And not one offers itself
After the foreplay.
Such teases.

But, oh my!
Those lines that direct themselves
Into such images and metaphors
Have left their searing touch
Under my skin…
Only to disappear, when eyes open.

Oh my!
No matter how I court them,
They shall never be mine.

Distinct, they hide.
For fear of being defined
And rent by meaning, perhaps.

Shall I…

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