when you comb your soft hands through the grass run through the flowing streams get your first five paisa coin tie the balloon string to your little finger taste the cotton candy buy the milk ice as the vendor names it pluck the tangy mangoes,
They were the species of wringing verses – Useless arrangements of words Repeating over and over, over time. One could choose to ignore them Or fall prey to their obsessive compulsion And indistinct symmetry. What if it were our impromptu affinity for Symmetry – the
Just go with it I took her and ran with it in my mouth, I let it go with the flow inside a mind’s eye of third and center. Just breathe girl, breathe through the jabs of pains, through stretching out too thin and pushing
Mirage Your voice rests upon my palm like snow on a sunny afternoon’s window. Something; you say, something still feels quite right – just about right. And then the shield is lifted off both our eyes. Maybe we’re still looking for complete truths. The pure
She had once flown, clutching her desk and drawers, And as the clouds whizzed past. She caught a glimpse of God But the screams shut Him out She had once sat on a rainbow, with its colours melting All muddled up, until it was night.