Story of a lost journalist

July 31, 2010


Filed under: poem — Cris @ 01:40

(Warning: Attempt at poetry. If it doesn’t look like one, it is plain old prose :D.. Wrote, sitting in office today, waiting for my ‘lift’ home.)

I look at a blank screen
There’s nothing on it
But empty reflections
Of an open window
Of trees far away
And a fading dark sky

There is a bird out there
Chirping a funny little tune
A butterfly flutters by
Patting tiny petals
Distant horns of buses and bikes
Someone is talking far away

As I stare into my screen
Watching little reflections
Hearing trivialities
A wave of melancholy peeps in
Somewhere from that outside world
Through the open window,
It comes to touch my heart and soul

The song I sang some moments ago
The words I uttered fast and loud
Suddenly it is all so meaningless
What place has cheers and joy,
In a world that wants to stay gloomy?

Those that dare to laugh are stopped
With no mercy nor concern
They are shoved to where they belong
In a dusty corner all by themselves

But they know not what I can see
Apart from these reflections
On my empty little screen
Eyes that smile, words that embrace
Etched in my mind like a grand ol’ tree
To stand by me, wherever I am



  1. So enjoyed reading your poem…most folks miss the beauty that is all around them…as they collecr enough coins to ride the carosel of life.

    Comment by slpmartin — July 31, 2010 @ 02:39 | Reply

    • Thank you slpmartin, sometimes it seems we are living in a pathetically practical world.

      Comment by Cris — October 1, 2010 @ 21:49 | Reply

  2. applaud applaud applaud 🙂

    Comment by don — August 2, 2010 @ 13:12 | Reply

    • Bowing bowing bowing :p

      Comment by Cris — October 1, 2010 @ 21:53 | Reply

  3. Hey.. that’s so very simple and lucid, yet profound.
    Good one.

    Comment by Sreejith — August 3, 2010 @ 11:14 | Reply

    • Thank you Sreejith 🙂

      Comment by Cris — October 1, 2010 @ 21:54 | Reply

  4. beautiful!

    Comment by Rasika — August 3, 2010 @ 23:59 | Reply

    • Thank ye Rasi 🙂

      Comment by Cris — October 1, 2010 @ 21:54 | Reply

  5. You are really talented.. This one is very touchy and narrated beautifully that conveys the feel of the poet’s heart and mood of the surrounding at the time of this creation..

    Comment by Javed Miandad — November 15, 2010 @ 00:01 | Reply

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