At every sunset
A long queue for the burger;
The stomach is damaged.

The house beyond the fog.
In this strange ambience.
I'm glad I snuck into this dream.
Even for just one hour.

I can't tell if its evening or early hour.
Perhaps a fall early evening or just a cool spring morning.
Crisp was the air as if lonely ghost had their arms around me.
Guiding me toward the house beyond the fog.

The grey wood porch had sleeping shadows.
Dormant umbra dreams of light that cast them.
In the candlelight they loved to dance.
Sleeping sentinels welcome me in.  

I open the green door in.
The sun now riding high revealed it to be morning behind me.
My grandmother who had been dead for 32 years made me breakfast.  
Was this her home in heaven?

You
Are
My
Poem

Give me permision to read you

You and me
Two rails of a railway track


So close
Still apart forever

Who is there?
Oh, it's Winter on the pyre!
Who are groaning?
Oh, Frost, Fog and Snow
Are on the galloping gallows!
He would bounce back I know,
But I don't care about Phoenix.
Everyone is glad for the golden days.
Let us go out to sip this beauty!
Don't you see the day is delicious!
See! See! See!
Earth is wearing gleaming-grass;
Daffodils are unfolding
Their golden-yellow cheeks;
Bluebells and daisies are dancing in joys.
Hear! Hear! Hear!
Swallows are fluting their rhymes;
And cuckoos are playing their sweet tunes.
Now I pine for taking
Purple hyacinths from those
Whose hearts are pricked
By my thorny words.
Let us dole out
Snowdrops, lilies and poppies to everyone;
And to you I will give tulips.

Let us cheer
Like the cheering cherry blossoms!

In every leaf that
Falls, agony lies hidden;
We dont hear, we watch.