Delight

Lonely, lost, this magical afternoon.. By the dusty bedside, to the champagne glasses that haven't seen a toast, to clouds that have forgotten the presence of the sun, this ever pervading romantic ways in which I seek my own sadness- I dance with grief, every night, in the presence of the milky white crescent moon for a new morning's delight.

Yearning

These perennial thoughts
These perennial feelings
That make their way to you
They seek but only one thing -
Your yearning too.

What she said

To tell what her eyes said.
But, to tell, what she said-
Oh, such a lie!

Only you and I ever knew

This reverence that I have felt for you
From a decade ago
This love that remains untouched
Unfinished
This language of the souls
Only you and I ever knew.

One by one

When the leaves would dry and fall.
When the sun would set.
The flowers would bloom.
One by one.

Too much poetry

Is that why you would leave me,
My darling-
Because I had too much poetry in me
For you.