GloMag April 2017 by Glory Sasikala - HTML preview

WORDS

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.