Floodgates
Unlike the leaves of autumn, that see fit, to fall in only one season, Very unlike the swinging moods of winter, that shift for no reason, Not at all like the hunger of summer, that doesn’t spare even the moon,
Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Yes & No
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
Mortal Angel
If such things were true, an angel’s life should be a fairytale, But you don’t find them more different than this one’s tale, Like those winged-one, you don’t see her fly away, And you begin to really believe she is