Its a cold May evening,
I sit down and start writing...
Little nicks in the gold
As I was spinning my old gold wedding ring, I...
Alone is one of my favourite words,
it has no echoes of loneliness...
Our souls are tired..
No, we don't need more material comforts...
My favourite thoughts
are simple in their complexity...
Days are withering in vain
corroding like my chain...
Without pain you cannot grow.
Embrace it, look deeply into it...
Every now and then
a poem coiled in scroll of an acumen...
He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...
We shut our doors close,
keep checking if they are locked...
Yet eager for more
noticing in the mirror...
we are all just
children in adult bodies...