The simplicity of rhymes
freely flows
through the readers mind.
As simplistic words unravel
in an array of poetic babble
we channel
the memes of our muses.

No forced word can capture,
no college can teach
the aesthetics of laughter,
the glamour of grief.

The essay of brilliance
awaits in the zone.
The Muse and the Master
in the hearts of gold.

Strange flowers
with a strange hue.
Strange birds over them flew.
From a strange leaf dripped a strange a morning dew.
Still nothing stranger...
than an estranged you.


A time revisited.