the streetlight outside my door
stops not at illuminating the lane below,
but also contrives to send,
a thin beam of yellow light
through a hitherto unknown cleft,
and into my room,
disturbing further,
my already disturbed sleep.

In a half empty house, lying on a half empty bed,
I find that the half smoked cigarette, jostles for half an inch,
with half a smile that has crept onto my lips,
when with half the night gone, I realize that
more than half of my thoughts are about you.

a shower of yellow leaves rain down on me,
at a crossroad in an unfamiliar city.
slick pavements wait in anticipation,
for the myriad lost in translation.
but my steps are careless and they stray,
from the beaten path to unfrequented pathways,
that have,for who knows how long,dreamed,
to feel anew the weight of human feet.
meandering aimlessly once again,
through this unnamed obscure lane,
on this evening,under a few scattered clouds,
two is company,the million left behind,a crowd.