I'm an actor of poetry
I enter the mind and body
and
psyche of the individual
my to be, subject

I don't believe in soul
as we are all like dead rats
when...
it happens

The suffering on the photographic page
of a child which you have captured
is encapsulating
I feel a wonderful tribute ten years down the lane

My works go back as half that many decades

I saw a gal when in prime of youth
she stared at me
with equal gravitation
neither had she the guts
nor I the gall or ball
to smile at each other

She was well guarded
I couldn't surrender

but these fifty years passed since
I see her daily
and
her car number was etched in my memory
like a tattoo
permanently

I was a scared kid then
Gutless maybe,
no yes guts, without

but the thrill hasn't died till today
much poetry on her
still I millions times convey

She was a darling a beauty
sought may be
by heavens messengers
not angels
there are none
I know of

how she came by
to face or confront a silly scavenger
never did I ever need to or wonder

Even till today she smiles
okay laughs at me
O silly man
Gutless,spunkless
coward were thee.

I still would love to come
just Smile and sing the song
that was being sung
inside the Plaza
that afternoon

O man gone with the wind
were both you and I

Now in search of an oasis
am I ,but why

about you, I can't say
you need to cry
or
shed a tear
to eyes finally render dry

but never ever say goodbye
Till me or us both die....''

THIS IS just a reverie
once you have read it
I shall remove it Audri