Descending schools of clear droplets wash away yesterday, Thunder bellows and shakes …stirs thoughts adrift in the distance, trickles of fine creeks merge on the bedroom window pane.
..and I reflect back to a man…an essential friend… His last night. He and His wife lean against one another…for the final time… within the den which He built..warmed by the fireplace …which He built an oak log glows wisely in witness.
Their fingers entwined and He weeps… with the last snow fall He will see. He is now..the frail light flake drifting in flight. A final touching dance to earth.. before eyes whisper “good night” … “I love You”..
..and Wife bathes her cherished Husband’s forehead with wet kisses and warm tears.
An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite
They were coming like cotton pearls, Destined to change the earth to heaven, It’s all white around like a fairy dream, same as that I saw in my first love dream. Same as that, makes me happy and sad at
Last few days at school, where saplings grew as flowering plants, aroused sentiments and camaraderie, friends became relatives, teasers- mates. First and last day in college, turned to be morning to noon. Diffident souls of first day left as inflated