Do what I write
Paint a picture,
Does it reveal a story,
A romance?
A kiss of memory
Unspoken misunderstandings

What does it speak of,
Farms
Bricks
Me
You
Or the one who asked me to keep on
writing and never to back off

Does it transcend you to
some other space and time
Reminding of cats and barking
Songs never heard, notes not so common
disjointed and confused

Or may be
nothing high
no lows
No stairways, nothing happening
hollow metal ringing
But I argue
even if the sky feels gray
I have achieved what was
asked from me
from my story teller

Hopeful tears of arrogant pride