Thrown away carrom men Hunting for the queen Grey white turqoise marbles a spinning top on the table an electric motor a gadget then bifid nibbed fountain pen Cassette wheels and a chip of steel ran faster than ritzy hotwheels tazos and trumps spurred triumphant jumps peacock clay in redolent sandalwood I collected and carry in the treasure of childhood
By the hue of dying candle light Tear sodden pages stifle the nibbed quill A deep yearning to share it all, her passions her plight Delicate hand held fast by hearts anguished sorrow
Shadows dancing joyfully upon decaying walls Baring final witness to the death of her longing Slain by a trust devoured; Imprisoned within her dismal gloom Lost in life's thorned wilderness, the path ahead lay in ruin
Bleakness surrounds in eerie silence finding sanctuary beside her pain Her souls voiceless screams stirring amid the black winter night As her lingering sadness drifts towards tainted dreams The dark shroud of slumber descends upon emptiness
