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.
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain