I’m trying to write a really good poem
but nothin’ comes to mind
no idea
no imagery
no inspiration
The usual topics keep popping up
love
sorrow
flowers
nature
I search for better words to put on the paper
but they allude me
play hide an’ seek
I fail to find them
they play rock paper scissor
always beating me an’ escaping
Will you be my muse
as you are my love
After I make love to you
I wanna sit back an’ see you
naked
sleeping
Your shape hitting me
like a tsunami of inspiration
The redness of your lips
giving colour to my words
Your long wavy hair the strands of which
fall on your peaceful face
forming sentences
When you wake up an’ pull me closer
our skins touching
warm
I’d recant the poem to you
in exchange for
a gentle kiss.
© Sriteja R Wudaru.
Love yourself
You have gone through a lot to be
in this world, to reach this stage, whatever
that stage is
on this grand stage of the world
where everything is an act, Shakespeare says
and everyone’s an actor
while traversing the oceans of conflicts
and others’ opinions and impressions and doubts
and your own doubts and confusions
a million…
