I.
At
the peak of
the season,
just when the
sun has
decided
to give
his utmost
gleam,
A single file
of
steps,
humble
steps,
marching
steps,
nonchalantly
moves.
Nonchalantly.
A left over
a right - a right
over a left -
clockwork-esque.
amidst the sun's
scorching gaze
with heads
facing down,
amidst the sun's
scorching gaze.

II.
Each holds
a box of wilted
petunias, heavy,
shriveled, wilted
petunias, for every
one to keep, for
every step
they took.
some
would only
possess
a handful
on their little,
wooden
boxes.
Others,
none at all.
not a single one.
none
at all.

III.
The day
finally sets,
and so do I
                      
A black mastiff leisurely
        takes his nap

- and gradually, I fall.
                     
  Cold drops of water
  rhythmically descends
  from the kitchen faucet

- and gradually, I fall.
                     
   A hopscotch game,
    a child then jumps

- and gradually, I fall.
                   
      The city streets,
busy with people going
           to and fro

- and gradually, I fall.
                
          A ship sails
  into the vast blue sea

- and gradually, I fall.
                
    Stars glimmering,
            dancing,
    in the cold dark sky

- and gradually, I fall.
               
                    
- and gradually, I fall.

Sun-kiss'd skin
basked in the soft glow
of the afternoon.
The warm summer breeze
gently glides around my earth
caressing
every strand of hair
every atom
every inch of history  
every figment of reality
coursing through my body  
bound on my being
composing
decomposing  
thoughts.

I wait

for the return
of the warm summer breeze
despite feeling winter's kiss -
for all my stars aligned.

I wait

for the bloom
of the lilies
despite the barren land -
for allmy star s aligned.

I wait.



I truly wait.



for the sound
of your footsteps
despite a love long lost and forgotten.


f or al lm ys ta r sal i gne d.







fo ar il m n ts a rlsa lg  yed.















aro  l sf m yl sla rgs a ni ed

Raise the cup

and put it down

said the brain

to the hand,

and let us search

for thoughts sublime

beneath

the waves and sand.

- And as the waves

crawled up the shore

and has returned to sea,

the memories of you remain,

at the beach,

for

eternity.