An Untitled poem

This is a poem I had written way back in 2004. That was when this blog did not exist...

I wanted to maintain its rawness by deliberately not tagging the poem with a title three years after it was written. So, it remains an untitled poem.

Not a great poem - but not bad either.

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I am silent, and I am speaking; like the lines of a book
I am seated and I am in movement, like a straw on a river
whose journey will never stop...and who does not want its journey to stop...

I am laughing and I am weeping, my work is like that of clouds
I am straight and I am bent like the hair of my beloved
who wish to be touched...and continue to be touched...

I am clear and I am hidden, like a sun in the clouds
I am free and I am imprisoned like the fragrance of a rose
u can smell it, but cannot steal it...

I am burning and I don’t make any sound, like a candle
I am in chains, and I am in movement
...like the wheel of time going round and round.

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