I want to be meaningfulI want the years to feel rough in my handsWithout weighing down on my face.
Free verse
In the end,photography is all that will be leftfrom this time or the other for the clock doesn’t run backward.
I would have given it awayagainst the mild and benign
Tears, like seedsof promisesreaching the gates of time -If only something could be done…
“So we meet on Friday?” I asked.
Mystic cosmic cavern announces: “Welcome” as her portal yawns like a hungry lioness — you…
Two pets I have, and five are goneThough the poet once describedhow we measure days in…
What uninvited floodlapped against scrubbed walls and washedrooms and hallsa…
Time accelerates, I hear it screechacross a canvas vast as space, nearbya body svelte…