Multitude
Pushing my bag underneath, I climbed onto my berth, Crawling slowly, I dusted it for what it was worth, Stretching my legs, I turned around to have a look, Nothing out of the ordinary, so I got back to the
Pair Of Wings
Sad, dejected, half-heartedly, I continued to walk, Wishing I had somebody, to whom I could freely talk, Someone human, someone imperfect, someone fallible, Someone who believed in the concept of impossible. Someone who sympathised with the mind’s inherent weakness, Someone
Bye
You step away, and I believe it will be forever, Forever seems alien, since I can’t even define ever, Walking back, I cannot trace even a single footstep, They just seem to wipe themselves away, step by step. I try
Promise
Many years ago, I made myself one, Though initially I told it to no one, It is one of those things that needs no telling, They seized it, like an idea that needs no selling. Only for a few decades,
Santorini
To the casual observer, they seemed like a pair any other, If it wasn’t for that singularity, they wouldn’t even bother, Like all the others, they seemed immersed in their own world, With the occasional interruptions reminding them this world.