Raw stuff

Come walk with me

We will talk about things and laugh

At our frailties 

And the banal intricacies of this world

Love is perhaps the only thing that

Stays 

Beyond questions and dilemmas 

When we smile and eat and drink 

Together 

Life seems ok

And things are alright.

Anant 

2

I leave but I do not reach

More of a drifter

I walk with the bird’s intent

And the need to return 

Every man needs to return

Home

An odyssey undefined

So I walk 

But I don’t reach

So I walk with the emptiness of 

Oceans 

And I walk 

And I walk

Beguiled the universe floats

Around me 

It’s a gossamer I have weaved 

A tale I have spun

Let me color the tale

With my moments 

So I walk

So I drift

Evenings anchored in my 

Lungs

A melancholy on my 

Hands

It’s the rain of an individual 

Apocalypse 

An individual 

End of time