Sunday, September 29, 2013


‘Relation’ now is a feral term
No more bestow,
It’s a season of love,
Regards to times of yore!

You equip the love like the previous?
Then you may be in the walkway,
To the lovely history museum,
Where all are in the order.

‘Yes…!’  There may be visitors,
With the similar rounded eyes,
Sixty degree inclined to left,
With the dim-witted findings!

Somewhat missing the initial shine,
 The cock – crow time, half dressed,
Two fold or three times you give,
The fashion now is ‘un attend’!

The more you give, the more you wait,
And more you wait, more you think,
The more you think, more you sob,

More you sob, you will sob… that’s all!


  1. an interesting progression in this...i like the opening line as relation being feral was an intriguing concept...there is a time for everything...

  2. I like this poem!
    This is wonderful. You have very nice poetry!
    Have a great day:)!
    It is great to see you back blogging.

  3. I like your ending. I know very well the sobs of failing love. We were on a common wave length this week, your feral love, my feral cats of Istanbul you found when you visited my 6 Word Saturday post.

  4. So much to think about in this poem. I like its progression as well.

  5. wanted to thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment! bless you!

    and hope you do not have too many sobs to shed. :)

  6. Love has gone a little wild and isn't what it used to be, and yes it can cause everyone to sob at one time or another. At least that is what I take away from this poem. Nicely done, Kochuravi! :-)

  7. My favorite line is

    *it's a season of love*

    Thanks for dropping by

  8. love this poem!

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  9. Beautiful!
    "The more you give, the more you wait, And more you wait, more you think,The more you think, more you sob..."

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  10. LIke the build up of thoughts here! kind of introspective!