Dry leaves...

The citylife wheels through
Another routine busy day.

The last grains of sand
Ending some more of a length.

Nobody really noticed, when
The chapter of growing up was over...







The gaps that held a pencil once
Smell of smoke and ashes.

The misspelled words of a child
Are life's grammatical errors, today.

The eyes kohled in fatigue
Not a sleep, that could dream.


The city lies scattered
With the sands of time
In an eye's minus power
The burnt end of a cigarette
Waking up, off a midnight sleep
The pages of an unread journal
In a faint memoir, or
The expense of an entire poem...







Thousands of brittle lives
Dead as the dry leaves of time
The letters, rusted of neglect
Of a yellowed love
The name reads the same
What changes, is, the skin.....