Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , on Thursday, July 12, 2007

A long time has passed.
Dust has settled on me and around.
This room has grown old and grey.
The masterpiece I had promised myself
Has not even started to take form.
And I too am lost in this stretch of time.

But now you come and awake me,
Stir life in this dead and decayed place,
Write your name on the dust on my desk,
With a gentle scribble of your fingers.
I get up and follow you out of the room
Forgetting the masterpiece, now complete, behind.


Sunil Parmar said... @ 29 July 2007 at 03:20

Sanket, the good thing about your poetry is that i'll ever remain your Fan.
I'll not say more becuase you already know how much i adore you. :)
Take Care my friend.!!

Sanket Rathod said... @ 8 August 2007 at 14:20

hey thanks man!

i didnt think anyone read my stuff... so i never checked for comments really. thaz why the lat reply.

thankz anyway!

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ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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