Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Monday, November 9, 2015

Lost in you

Every rhyming syllable sounds
Like it belongs to your name.
My mind, fuzzy with your thoughts,
Constructs, rather concocts
Make-belief realities
As to why I hear your name
Amidst the clamor of thousand voices.
Heart, well, it fares a little better,
Confessing to the crime
Of having fallen for you.
Head on.


2 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.