Raindrops on a Windowpane….

Raindrops on a windowpane..
Coffee , books and no complains..
India loosing its cricket match..
Still i sit and watch..

Jobless mind makes up rhyme..
Anything it says to kill sweet time..
As i type in hopeless despair..
I wonder who online has time to spare..

For this poem has no meaning..
No true end and no beginning..
Its just like a teen movie..
no reason, but kinda groovy..

If u read my poem down all this way..
It is not a total waste of another good day..
At that thought i take heart..
And with a sense of satisfaction i depart..


About TitoV

The author of this blog doesnt look the part of the kind of guy who would generate the stuff in the posts. Well, looks can be deceptive.

Posted on April 8, 2008, in poetry, thoughts and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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