Boutique words on white page, Invited or strangers Noisy or chimed, Ruffled or rhymed, (of) novels they are - trespassing, travelling, trolling. Poems are virgins, men. Useless in its property, read and loved in shy lights by humble eyes. Silence is an amazon - Deep, masculine, unsaid. Like a woman it touches. Poets die - They depart on their four-legged sabbatical cot as autumns come and winters stay. Let frail leaves and dried ink count unwritten poems. -- (For Shakti and Sunil)
Some Memories are hard to hold on So I put them on words.