The Last Stanza
The Bottle and I
Stuck on the desk,
the bottle stares at me.
Left behind,
by someone it was happy to belong to.
It is half empty,
half filled.
Cold inside out.
It is emptying gradually
as small drops,
one
by one,
escape it.
There is a leak in there, somewhere, but I cannot find
and cannot heal.
Today, it's me and the bottle
looking at one another
through the invisible
mirror.
Yukta Bajracharya
Yukta cannot imagine her life without poetry. She likes to think she is mentally thirty though,most of the times, she loves to act like a three-years-old. She is a total foodie and can eat like an elephant (and is thankful she doesn’t look like one). She is obsessed with donuts and cupcakes from Café Hessed and always has the hots for drummers. She hopes to one day live like a gypsy and wants you to know that though most of her poems and Facebook statuses make her seem chronically depressed, she is not, actually. Read more of her poems at yomariandyou.blogspot.com.
and here u are nakkali!!! I have been trying to open ur snowflakes wala blog only failing everytime!!! pakh! imy!!!!!!
do I even need to say this.. but katti ramro poem!!
and it kinda reminds me of the bottle I left behind at the office! :)
j hos yet another brilliant piece chyanti mayalu!! :)
keep writing!We love your poems.