Tuesday, February 09, 2010


There are ways to know.
When the finger touches the skin
Or, when in soft sinking snow
You dig deep to find the ground.

Who knows what's better:
The subcutaneous sin
Drawing the fingers to a flickering glow?
Or, the patient furrowing on ground?
Or, the shaken epiphany of a yawning sound?


Scribbler :) said...

hmm, profound stuff.

Shoma said...

Easier to not know but once you know you'd rather continue to know than not know...

Shoma said...

This profile pic makes me miss you :(

Priya said...

Hey great poem!