A still, dry day,
sun tormenting with his joy
blue hemisphere and all within:-
turn full away and yet
brick walls hurt eyes.
Pair of sparrows chirp and fly;
children in the street at play
fill all the interval
with shout and echo, dispute
running on to exclamation.
Up to brunch; need a shave.
Deep in night, dream broke mooring,
drifted far from shores.
Now, flotsam on a sea of light,
salting all wounds,
drowning in meditation...
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
