Wednesday, March 16, 2011


Your likes,
Dislikes, dreams,
The soil you are-
Born out of,
The smell of your cloister,
And may be what to know about you,
With a whim of knowing you not,
And also that I don’t exist in your world,
All is known to me.
I know you.
And the feeling of knowing you suffocates me.
There is no going back now.
‘I know you.’
You no more exist,
But what I know about you.
‘And the feeling of knowing you suffocates me.’


Terri said...

It's okay...breath...breath (smile)

Seriously Me Ho, another beautifully written poem.

Anu Lal said...

A bi.....g hug!

Sharon McPherson said...

Love your new blog design and colours ...

Knowing - does anybody know anybody?? Food for thought. :)

By the way, just displayed my award on my blog. Thank you again for presenting me with it. x

Anu Lal said...

Thank you Sharon, for these lovely words. Knowing indeed is a phenomenon that unfortunately happens occasionally.

Hyde Park Poetry Palace said...

mind blowing..
the imagery is stunning.

Anu Lal said...

Thank you