Alone, sitting on an old recliner Watching the lonely road, That led to my home. Drizzling rain and silent nature added to my Seclusion As my thoughts faded to memoirs, I was thinking about You
Decades have passed, since we met But our first meeting still fresh in mind Frames passed at back of my mind, From the stints when you made me laugh and cry The moments you consoled me To the times we squabbled and patched up The times you patiently listened to the maddest of my dreams And to the day you walked out of my world; without a look , nor a word; The days I spend in solitude, And the pain, which never left me; Got condensed with time.
But life moved on, changing my primacies And with pain, I used to reminisce you Every time I needed a friend. But You were not there, nor anyone else Even in these last days of my life I still believe, You are my Best Friend As I knew I can never be a friend to any In the same way I were to you.
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,