15.1.12

huh

i feel like writing a story, but i don't have one to tell.

**

on a rooftop yesterday: the beer was a bit flat and the end of my fingers were numb from the cold. the fog was thick, and i couldn't see much of my feet. the hum of the double bass was in my hair, and the groove of the sax was in my knees, and i don't know about you but i didn't have nothin' but the blues.

**

it's been a long time
since you've given me
butterflies.
(i miss them.
they miss you.)

6 comments:

Poorna said...

the last two lines - so sweet

Sita said...

thank you, poorna. :)
and hello!

poornakatha said...

hullo.
i should have introduced myself - wandered over from sharan's blog. and only got to reading verse after seeing some of the gems the kids in primary school write :)

Sita said...

hey, it's always nice to have someone new read my blog. i do hope you like it! :)

also - i actually started reading any poetry very, very recently. those primary kids must be good at it, especially if they rhyme! :P

poornakatha said...

it's all free verse! and some astonishing thoughts come up. one of them wrote
"children laughter outside
bell rings
laughter inside"

how do you deal with such genius?

Sita said...

that's just classic! love it.