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Seasong

Seawetsoil seawater seaair,
all becomese
afront.
Seagulls
fly low cooing..
See…
kids, colors; joyous
families promenade;
seagreen, seagrey, seablue
sea stroms sea music
at sea distance
see...life
Sea.


Death by life

Another October falls slowly and
burns my thatched heart. I'm awoken
from your dreams- the same song that
plays , when you walked naked
down the stairs; The yellow dawn dangling
by the gleam of your nose, the smell of all night
love. In a silent gun salute, my heart beats
twelve times a year. For us . Memories of the words
spoken with our eyes, trickle letter
after letter into the book of drying trees; All the poems
I wrote in March and read aloud to you late night
by the lone candle, get crushed by
strangers' oblivious feet. Leaf
by leaf,
I wither.


Autumn

Autumn
is here. Your
Memories
Wither
withe
with
wit
wi
w
.
.
.
.


Sixty Two Years

Sixty two
Years! How can they
do it?
To be married
that long, in fact a lifetime
like those
paired body parts that
work with each other,
Flexors extensors; Right
and left.
Together, all through
those
Wonders , winters
even
World Wars.
Ask them that
and
they shake in delight
holding hands proudly ,
frail on their own but perfect
together,
Not two separate
lives, but
two insepa-
rable
Dreams tugged
unto each other
like a Sweden
embraced in a Norway.
For ever
for memory.
For
a
lifetime.


In search of my K

There is
a dedalaus, K and
an always...Inside.
They are not mine.
(Sayswho??well, jamie, franz and mikey over there)

There is a cappuccino,
a notebook and
a german pen -
Outside.

They are not mine-
Either.

(Says who??? - Master card)

Heck!
even my children
are only half mine…
(says who?- biology lecturer)
but these:
they come,
ricochet,
stay,
go away…....

These
are mine
and
mine alone…(hahaha!!)
These words