Sonnet #1

I often feel like calling you, post-eve
but then we’ll teeter like we did then, post-
romance, long talk, light and dark, stitching sleeves
of drawn agenda, hate, love, a guest; host

I guess it’s better than war, (faking) peace
but didn’t I do my sweet vendetta too?
They did, I did, we did, enough! Stop, cease!
It’s time to stitch a cloth of hue anew

I’m moving for a while, near you, you know
and something flashed now, and I write these lines
you never-ever saw these stereotypes
and so I’ll row, and think (or not) but throw
away these sillier-than-silly mines
of verse, I never liked the big screen hype

because that does force, or push imitation
of life that’s more than heart (break) simulation
I think I’ll call without words that dismember
but I was foolish to delete your number!

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2017)

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9 thoughts on “Sonnet #1

    1. Thank you. It gives me hope. I might leave a few more like this before the vacation. Look for hope, you’ll find it too. There can’t always be darkness can there? And neither can there always be hopeless optimism. Keep fighting. You have more strength than you realize.

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