Sunday, 9 August 2009

hide and seek

squeak, squeak, squeak...
the squirrel's tail bounds--
my heart pounds--
where, in hiding, its mate?

*****

7 comments:

G S Pillai said...

hi.

came here from Balachandran's

I like your writing, how you paint with your words, a moment with crystal clarity.

Eager to be back

Regards

P. Venugopal said...

thanks, doc. experimenting various ways to communicate. yet to find my feet.

Kalpana Bindu said...

This is real poetry...! straight from the heart! Wonderful Venuji

P. Venugopal said...

thanks, imagination. i too think it good. the trick, i feel, is to transport yourself to the other. it is a wonderful learning process. you start seeing others from inside...and loving.

Sumi Mathai said...

a beginning,a finish and a total completeness..all in least lines..teach me? :)

P. Venugopal said...

sure, extremity. learn being in a state of zen, at the moment, without thoughts of the past or schemes of the future. and read Basho, the 17th century japanese poet. see everything as though for the first time, die to the memories and respond. i have lately become a great fan of Basho. he transports himself into the thing he writes about.

Sumi Mathai said...

hmm..i have always been a sloth of past..sure no schemes for future..i wiki-ed on Basho..seems interesting..will do more..and thanks for introducing :)