Sunday, October 20, 2013

AUTUMN-WINTER 2013

There are days
When I could be a bird,
And days of being
A leaf.
Autumn rolls on to winter;
A pillow sleeps in my embrace.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

ONE OF THOSE DAYS (OR WEEKS)

Sometimes I need help,
Or chocolate cakes, and lemon tarts
I lift a pen; I draw a line,
And pretend to be all fine
Only to turn in bed,
Dreaming flights, falls, and things that smart

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

DUALITY

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I moved away,
Started a new life,
But did I move on?
The past still seems real,
The present, just a dream.

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I seldom think of you now.
My children sleep.
Pinpricks of rain
Dust my skin in
Slate-grey mornings.
Birds chirp; fans whirr;
Days roll along.
Love resides quietly, hidden.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

DEATH OF A GRANDCHILD

Sitting on the bed
Mercury-lit road-bits
To the right
Whislingpiercingshooting trains
To the left.
Why should one live?

The eventful life
Of forefather, to the left
Ennui and worthless future
To the right.
Why must one live?

Slowdown,
Breath,
Sleep
Forever.

The hurt shall subside
Someday.
When you get over the death
Of a grandchild.