
lonesome dreams glowing through the moistened cinders of a monsoon pyre (Haiku#1)
We lingered a little longer, Caught in a white moment. As the leaves fluttered, there Outside the window, and the letters From the beige pages Waltzed through the hush, they Caressed our eyes; Eyes beholden by the Countless suns that were caught there too, In that white moment. And some unfading wonders. We were lost.…
On that platform of Boisterous peddling, dreary banters and whining crowd Your chuckle appeared like a lullaby, Drifting me away to infinity And your fingers Spread across my palm, Can a touch be softer than a cotton bale? Who were you, my little darling? Did you know me, from another time, perchance? I was just…