On
autopilot
I
Adam, one afternoon, had gone on a walkAnd wandered out of the gardenWhen he heard people talk.
My
little black book
tracks
the
lives of others
births and brides and deaths and dates;
in
How could I make you understandThat that kiss burned with the fireOf a thousand, splendid sunsAll bottled up…
The lives of others,Seem to hold some fascination for us.From the time we’re infants,We’re made to serve stints,In the…
“Right ho, Jeeves!”I say enthusiastically to a friend,Who is the designated lockdown driverFor today’s journey through the…
And
as
You search for the alchemist you know.The one whose words,Made you believe;That even the lead in your soul,Could be transformed…
set on fire
smells
fresh and fine and foreign
(not "foreign" as in "strange or alien"
but
"foreign"
Looked up from my screenAs night overtook the dayRubbed the weariness from my eyesMusing that this, was no wayTo live a life.Then…