Thursday, February 16, 2012

Another evening with her

She shines through my unpolished gait,

As I strive to grow closer to her.

High above the neon streams,

And the smugness of skyscrapers,

Surrounded by puffs of wayward clouds,

She shines on;

Splashing her silvery spell,

On these sleepy grounds.

I turn to walk away,

Forlorn and helpless,

But down she settles now;

A patch of white tousled by ripples of blue.

I hold her in my palms,

And see my smile in her eyes,

A sneaky twinkle that just fades away

She deceives me again.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


My imagination has taken a ride of fancy,
through mountains and plains and rows of pansy
creating plans, mad and chancy,
that would leave a saner person all antsy!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Loners

Hidden to all but a chosen few,
patches of truth make up whose view.
In conversations and musings they seek
elusive hints to the heart's till.
Why play hide and seek?
For fear or for thrill?