“What is beauty?”, a friend once casually asked me, And I thought, “of all the people around, why me?”, But somehow, the question seemed less casual and more profound, The answer was something easier understood than found. With slanted eyebrows
Nobody knew when he slept, when he went and came, All we knew, was that ‘Tanker’ Ralph was his name, That he would be at the docks hours before the boat, A decade-long dream, the only sound from his throat.
It is surprising how two little words can play with your life, Like frozen butter being teased by a serrated knife, They hang on at the tip of a person’s tongue, And then vanish like the tune of a paean
I never thought I would fly in such rough weather, But I care not, having glued myself feather by feather, I could fall faster than my meteoric rise, but I don’t bother, Because a fall isn’t really painful, when taken
Man has always been fascinated by the mysteries of the sea, Maybe because there isn’t an inch of land that’s left free, So he sets about elaborately courting the ocean, Alas, if only to his own follies he paid such