and I know now
that the reason I loved you so much
is because I loved myself
so little

just keep going
it's not over yet

... for the writing on the wall
usually gets overwritten

all at sea
my thoughts and me

neither captive
... nor free

On these picture-posts (I won't call it poetry - don't want to upset any of the 'real' poets) of mine that seem to be quite popular, I've often wondered whether, if shown the same picture, you guys would be thinking pretty much the same thing I was.

So I'll tell you what: this time you'll come up with words/poetry/whatever to go with the picture you see below (keep it short, no ram-kahani's). Leave your entries in the comment box (multiple entries allowed) .... show us how spicy them brains really are! :)

is it really
what's inside
that matters

... or is it more
what's underneath?

.... and yet
there is always hope

for however hard it might seem
it is better to untangle the knots
than to burn the rope