it was there
when you changed colour
and between sleep and awake
I loved every word

you would ride out and pick bumblebees

your dreaming dizziness
like a mad happy
slot machine

we had a coffee party behind your closed eyelids

to just hear
and caress the edge of your imagination
to feel you as happiness

I imagined like always you would
come,
Whistling that moronic tune,with
your breath soaked with rum.
Asking like always,if I have eaten,
before dressing my palm with
bills -spoils of a gambler's
war,taxed from those you had at
the table beaten. Though drink
was cascade-ing ur voice
sore,with a lil lime,you gulped
the gin more.
Today as always I waited
with pitched bliss,
Ignorant of what life had fated.
I imagined your coming,more
than your leaving, I imagined

This has been a description of my avatar

Once -being blue- I flew to the garden seeking pleasure
Isn't that what we usually get when we walk among flowers?

At the far back corner I could sight
a rare beauty that caught my heart.

But as I stepped closer I heard a sigh,
and found a diamond-tear in her eye.

Eagerly I asked about the matter,
but quite hesitantly that beauty muttered :

“Not only humans feel and fear,"
"even flowers might have a tear.”

I'll blame it on tectonic plates
the kind which push the mountains higher
they move like rusty swinging gates.
In blaming them I am a liar.

Those cussed things also cause rifts
spreading valleys ever wider
as they go about their drifts
like some kind of great divider.

And all this motion's going faster
especially in these last few years
leading to personal disaster
and to vague unspoken fears.