Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Napkin Notes IV

Dark Continent. Arid noon
The predators’ fast, the preys’ faster
Pride given up pursuing the herd

In April, a train of clouds
Summered at the horizon
In wait of the next season

In summer, a trail of mountains
Shed their caps and bared their heads
Under the scorching sun

Summer night, satellites scuttle for cover
As the nature’s own shimmers
In all glory over the ocean

Late summer afternoon, outside a school gate
Her squeaky shoes go squeak, squeak, squeak
The lil Angel has the world’s attention at her feet

Monday, April 12, 2010

Napkin Notes III

Late summer night
Clock ticks slowly. Silence awakens
Between each ticking second

A night in April. A crescent smile
Made the sea rise and splash
Cooling down the rocks that sun bathed all day

Summer noon. Sun, right above my head
The shadow hid
Under the shade of my feet

Half past ten. Sunday morning.
The pillow and sheets have her for company
While the world’s left stranded alone

A summer morning realization
Both forced rhyme and fake orgasm is the same
No two can derive satisfaction from them

Friday, April 02, 2010

Crucifix

Dark Friday afternoon, hilltop
Three nails, two wooden planks, a Carpenter
A bridge built to eternal life