I was on rediffblogs, folks!
The one located on rediff site
Where I logged in one day
Evening or night, maybe twilight

There I first got hooked to a blog
Then to a blogger who wrote wild
From prayers for poems on a platter
He had even sex advice to offer

But this poet I encountered
Whisked me off to another counter
First to gmail chat where we sat
And discussed the sun, weather so hot

Slowly my mind’s pores opened
Rains seeped in drop by drop
Love ripened by age and banter
Drove me over the hill pushing me over

This is a saga of what could have been
Had I met the muse on a bike
Run away with time, tide and rains
While the world chased us around

But I guess unknown forces play
To sour what sweetness milks
Bleeding sap of trees go brown
Blue bird coloured yellow sings alone

There in that place where I haven’t been
In a long, long while, and ignore now
You must understand that was
A tomb where I lived and drowned

Brought to Fb by the poet laureate
I went on wild binges and whims
Mistaking every positive for fun
In guise of a lover who looked for some

But they didn’t, they didn’t folks
See how the blue bird bled snow
None saw her yellow feathers turn red
Or trap her fears consciously insane in her head