Err(… )ant hill is love.
Break up is good.
Break down is not.
Her tem…pestuous nature err…or, your callous self. Whatever the reason. Move on.
Nothing lost that can’t be gained.
Yet closed woman’s heart with a window open.
Lost for eternity.
Like all or like none,
like like, like all said,
for truth gone,
yet brave passions killed,
does heart have to carry on
at truth’s cost without a mourn,
isn’t in truth, true love held.
Unkempt, haggard, black beard and red shirt,
a walk at a stagger through noisy, grimy traffic,
the city fast, bustling industry, vast spurt,
unshaven eyes see colourful wealth, graphic;
got no spouse or a cause to espouse,
faked a cause, shouted at man working,
there a man, without house, started barking,
in hope, to somehow, hustle to penthouse;
truly rich, the working, hut or sky scraper,
happy, the content, a roof for their family,
a child scribbling on walls is a true trooper,
sad like me, who can’t grow, forever hungrily;
I scribble for me, yet few others entwined,
please take us places, don’t leave us behind.
Once knew love.
Long time. Elapse.
Breezes pass. Faces cross.
More beautiful. More worthy.
Age scarred her. So I am told.
Frozen past image. Blind hold.
Beautiful. Grace. Kindness. Past.
Life is cruel. Yet I too loved.
Resources of mind, soul and body drain,
mental laziness renders the creative pond dry,
I find no drop to fill however hard I try,
no spark of lightning, no hope for rain;
I move dead slow with tortoise brain,
never I come out of shell, I am shy,
but at times I let inhibitions fly,
I lie low, never serious, ever in playful vein;
I enjoy life and all is fun,
and I seem so to those around,
away from the pond I run,
to escape the ridicule of the hound;
I’ve chosen to be laughter’s son,
so I silence the inner sound.
Two pairs of eyes
a few frozen tear drops
one a lady
the other a girly;
both not for me I knew
but felt as if my own askew.