Trapped in a thought, an idea
They lived on, merrily merrily ever after
It didn’t matter if it were an illusion.
Alluring smile
Eyes, evocative
Behind a chic pair of glasses
He closes in with his lover
Warm breaths exchanged
The air, a little warm with their embrace
Slow moves the entrenchment
The magnanimous fall
A twist of love goes farther than you ever will
I am but a stranger at a distance, and it doesn’t
Matter
You could do well exclude me from the scene
It wouldn’t change a thing
From the ideas or thoughts
That float around
In randomness
A moment that slips out of time and space
Continuum
I heft time on my back
And history too
Yank a little rusty chain
Tell them I am real
What do you carry, though?
The cross you bear?
I have seen you up close
Up real
You and me
Droplets on window-panes
Drafts of careless wind
Fallen through cracks
Crevasses
Light at the end of the eye
The vision, a torment
A lament even
Desires melt and frost
The frost, the frost a silent assassin –
I was enamored by the morning
But the morning turned on me
Imagine
Trust, perish
Be a relic of Mohen Jo Daro
Become a fossil, a drop
In the mighty Potomac
Let the cold winds
Scar you, dwell upon you
Like remnants
Wartime peacetime
Times of confusion and chaos
Of people, real people
Living breathing anomalies
Of your own creed
Hiding beneath masks
Their smiles are fragile
The mirth, the cheers, the hoots
The sorries and the thank yous
The courteous nods
Faint taps on shoulders
Half-hearted side hugs
You and I
Droplets on window-panes
Drafts of careless wind
Fallen through cracks
Forgotten in the pomp
We live on
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