‘Forgive me and forget me’, read the note
Boy who delivered asked, if it was a love note
My sadness did not say much
I had nothing to say as such
...
Think
of darkness, streaked images
bared, stripped by lights forlorn
...
You never liked
the taste of mocha
You said it was
coffee laced
...
In the silence
of unspoken verse
I search for words
that makes sense
...
The hazed images,
eerie resonances,
mysterious odours
cold touches
...
Think,
of dew frosted leaves
fallen, to mulch rot, waiting
...
There was nothing violent
about the death of your thoughts
from my memories.
...
Barren desolate landscape
Nowhere to escape
The noon sun beats down cold
The chill rises from sole to every pore
...