Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I miss her - Haikus
Her voluptuous bosom is
unjustly left to imagination only.
I wake up in my soft comforter.
Or is it? I ask myself immediately.
The long road we have planned together
started with a bypass.
I check the phone intuitively.
There are no SMSs to reply.
The phone is feeling neglected.
So is Airtel.
The physical separation.
A chirpy bird stopped chirping
in a winter land.
The comforting breath of hers.
is a morning fog now.
A polka dotted orange night gown
What a waste!
She is looking for the rope trick
I am busy setting the stage.
She is afraid the stage gets bigger always.
I am afraid the rope needs the stage.
It’s a Sudoku. You know!
A lonely guy. A lonely recliner.
A lonely bean bag.
Silently sip their coffee looking for her.
Probably she is hiding under the bed.
I am an optimist.