Not This, Not That

Generally poetry is accepted to be the highest form of literary expression. Even the best of prose, be it fiction, biography or travelogue, comprehensively enjoyed when read for the first time, it loses much of its appeal when read for the second time. On the other hand, good poetry becomes more and more enjoyable when re-read. One does not have to be a scholar to write good poetry. Either you have it in you or don’t. And far too often, it stays latent in the recesses of a person’s mind till some event triggers it off. My naive tryst with poetry…just an attempt.

The words were still there
Scattered…all over,
Words…
Beyond the radius of understanding.

I yearn for some sunshine…
In this ominous evening.

A reverie…
Flying like ‘paper planes’
Flying with eternal devotion…

A word…
Beyond definition…