In the lack of poetry

You. Me. The same, yet not.
The difference of a safety-pin.



Spent lives. Drenched linen.
The entirety flushed down, today.



The habit of an erstwhile didn't last.


No balladry was scripted in the lack of poetry.....

Tic-tac-toe

Inexplicit love. Shredded time.
Tagore. Nickels and dimes.



Stoned traffic. Singular seas.
Locked lips. Inexpensive nicotine.



You. Me. Leo Tolstoy.


Tic-tac-toe.....

Singular

The tired wings, let's hold them high.
The monochrome tramlines. The tireless traffic.



A singular cigarette. Hustled smokes.
Playing masks at the length of a skin.



Off habit, born another.


You. Me. The solitary skies.....

Raconteur

He would tell tales.


Personal. Impersonal.


Faces. Masks. Identities.


Lives. Etched off ink...

One more tale

There was love.


Distanced, at a bridge's length.


The bridge had been burnt down...

The last song

A red rose. A love letter. A song.


They were all meant to be yours.


Today, I leave them by your grave...

The song

Loner city. Busy streets. Breathing traffic.


Cigarettes. Dead. Bruised.


Wrecked homes. Ripped dreams.


Short stories...