Sumita Jetley Poems

Signing is not a closure as such.
It begins a new search,
towards something,
somewhat new.
...

Face is also a somewhat very distinguished feature.
One bit here or there, it loses
its tune and texture.
...

In your eyes perhaps,
I drown.

Feel lost at times,
...

Of course, this was unexpected, this gravity of loss.
This top notion of having missed on something,
Missing somewhat, something.
...

And many times, I thought
This was ought to be,
Ought.
...

Left upto me,
As of now,

The numbness takes over,
...

Engrossing as they are,
The Thoughts do find,
their stray limits,
...