Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Chocolate

She found new songs that echoed long lost but cherished, so dearly loved, familiar strains of old tunes. That had clutched her little heart for so long. Oh so very long.

Their music had shaped her very heart. How could she have ever thought those symphonies had forsaken her? 

Monday, August 19, 2013

Same place.

Soon my eyes will close
Soon I'll find repose
And in dreams
You're always near to me

I'll see you in my dreams.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Unwanted, undesirable.

Disappointments take so long to leave their dwellings. Lying comfortably in the nests we eagerly built for someone else. 

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Tease.

Cobbled streets and dusty ornate black lamp posts.
Crisp morning with a delightful hint of softness from the dawn dew.
The fresh blue skies and the air.

Filled with the scent of Your presence.
Boundless Hope.
Breaking at the seams Desire.

Her heart hammers hard with each whiff.
So tantalizing.
This unspoken promise. Waiting, gift wrapped, without any tags.

You're back.
Elusive one.

Strangers. For how much longer?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


How is she to dream
If not by aiming high?

How can it be a dream
If there aren't any castles in the sky?

Friday, April 08, 2011

Hello Blog


Do we keep you?
Or plant thoughts elsewhere?




Monday, September 20, 2010

Dear you.....


Years later I'm back to where it all started. Where you can finally begin. Our story.

Not just as fervent wishes, day dreams, blog posts and calls.
But with friends, cafes marked with our conversations, late night drives, favourite songs.
Turn this city in to one of landmarks for the story you wanted all to know.

I'm here. Wishing you'd find your way back to my heart.

So please. Won't you hurry over?








Saturday, July 10, 2010

Ashamed


Will they ever feel differently?
She bet more than she could afford to lose.

With nothing left to pay off the debts was it a wonder she was imprisoned?

Monday, April 19, 2010

Broken record


What is there to walk in if not in circles?
When the Past and Future are a pair of identical twins.

Monday, March 15, 2010

55 - Shiny Toy Guns

Somehow no amount of words seem enough. Yet the ones found. Remain so few.
Even for a fifty five haiku.

Will there ever be words that belong to this story?

Even as its ghosts greet her silently from every corner of this city. It lies still this story.
As though only imaginary.