free fall for free!

Duty bound
seems
Drifting still
Lists of woes long
Writing nonsense
Awaiting turn at the scythe
Meanwhile
You remind me of temporal joys
And I take a puff and another and another
Addicted
Now to keep up a habit
With no means to do
I vegetate slowly to my natural calamitous end.

knowing me.(fool moon's day)

Alone
In the crowd
Reflecting
upon my heart that beat odd...

Didn’t know what to say and when to say
No parts were assigned
my yes' were wrong so were my no(s)

an unruly player
singing off key Offstage...
look!
what A beautiful fool i am!
May I make you laugh if not smile….

Don’t know where pleasure ends and pain begins..
Love ,the ancient paradox…
Grudge the dredge of time- I curse now….
As it seems to have stretched beyond our clasp
Like in an endless stream
Of vast spaces
Seamless and eternal
Souls flap
Shimmering wings in wanton abandon
Heart strings
Teary beads of Love and its bitter stings.
From Dueling
Between logic and love
For once, can our eyes be locked in a moment frozen?
With you I realize the joy of living and the fear of loss…
This mad rush
Of unbounded love that binds!

floating space!

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Emily Dickinson.

moon3 - Gizmodo

moon3 - Gizmodo

Golden shimmer of sands
vanished
Ghostly shadows of the dunes haunt
In night mares
That daunt
During daring daylights
Wit has left
Thirst
Behind the glass walls
Choking on a dream
Once more
Skimmed the sea
Swam the tides high
Rode the Surf
In white foamy turf
Sang the songs
Muted fish songs
For none to hear
But I know
Dreams die
Only to be born afresh
Dyed in colors anew...

sigh sky high...

clicked a photograph with my eyes for posterity
last time I'd see those lips turning to me
knew from his eyes,
dreamy pair of thickly lashed hazel eyes;
Never do they fail to paint my cheeks in shades of red,
a brown sepia toned picture forming
in the back yard of his memory as well
Faded and precious..
sigh…
There's after all
Sweetness in being
The lost woman
Than the last one
Being his muse
Haunting his nights and fueling his days
Never being wasted even for a second
A romantic aberration that lasts
Never growing or reacting
Only desired and never possessed
A living memory of a
A refraction to reckon with...