Galaxies
Like old time chums who must bet on every game, We know that for us, the game isn’t just a game, We even go to the stadiums, faces painted like raving fans, But at the end, all that remains is
Open Window
I open my eyes, with very vague memories of last night, And find the hazy glow of the morning’s soft bouncy light, The sharpening light throws focus on millions of particles of dust, Each particle resembling the fragments of my