Waiting in love is
a game, maybe hide and seek
ah, perhaps it’s both.

one step away from hesitation
doubt loves to hang around

I make an effort
an act of faith

-never knowing
the road ahead

where it will dip and rise
and I alive in Heaven and Hell

sidled to her grief
enquiring of whom she grieved

my wayward life
my disomforted mind

look here my child
my love for you is ever deeper

-deeper than all grief
look upon my wounded side

see the depth of blood
I bleed for you.

a very small cog indeed
out of sight
hidden within the machine

doing its daily thing
contributing
a small effort

the tiny spin
adding to larger spins
within bigger spins

its bound to be a bit messy
when dealing with so much liquid

to come to an agreement
between so much hatred

radical intervention
can only be love at its utmost

the defining of Mankind
is never going to be in the hands of slippery criminals

joined up letters
a family of oddities
the naming of children
by the parents of poetry

Monsoon brings in rain,

farmers rejoice in delight,

awaits good harvest.

Tears fall silently,

remembering the departed,

sadness surrounds me.