in the city
the smog rises
heavenwards,
making distance
...
in the length and breath
of silence,
i am the only witness
to my souls yearning
...
talks
without a blink
a dime to a dozen,
the whole house is up,
...
she planted the lilac
with love and care,
watching it grow,
days and month.
...
in the park of love
the couple sat
merged momentarily
in the spinning of dreams
...
in a heavenly scented garden,
the bee of love, slumbers,
in the basking petals
of a tea-rose.
...
perfect in feel,
fragrance, and colour,
a rose,
favourite of all.
...
unseen,
behind the screen
a world drama
enacted by strange strangers
...
a closeness so strange,
of molly and her garden.
as she captured the serenity
of a single bloom of waterlily
...