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Long time back, I used to write poetry.
Then something happened and I stopped. I won't get into that here. Not today.
I kept writing in every other way. I wrote a whole book. But poetry won't come to me...
A few days back, my friend Kinsey, who is a gifted photographer, took this picture of me. When I saw it, I wanted to caption it, and I suddenly felt poetic :)
So here's my first poem in decades. A little rusty, but I'm sharing it anyway.
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A Rock and Roll sign.
A lightning bolt and trouble in its Sunday best.
.
the whole street alive
in the glass behind me,
and an afternoon,
that has nowhere to be…
.
I am out front in red boots,
dark glasses and lace;
my jacket by me, just in case.
.
Do I really have to choose?
I say, you can be delicate
AND have thunder in your boots.
.
The neon sign hums OPEN
in the way some hearts do
once they finally decide to.
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