If I were a poem
And you were my words
A gurgling brook,
Couldn’t compete
Against the raging torrent
Of your ideas
If I were a poem
And you were my words
We’d go farther,
Than the fastest wind
Dropping happiness in
Open windows
If I were a poem
And you were my words
We’d rain down the forest
Of people’s minds
Starting chatters they’d never believe
Could come from their souls
If I were a poem
And you were my words
No ink could ever capture
Or solitude ignite
The crackles of conversation
We’d leave behind
Anurag Mathur: He is a trained bean counter, works for a financial services group and has spent almost 2 decades serving that industry. Whatever little time that has been spared from work or sleep or reflective meditation has – with quite a few well-meaning prods and nudges from friends – been devoted to occasionally tapping to the Muse’s dictats from time to time.