she wore flowers in her head

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you are the distant hills bathed in gold
the indelible web spun through stories untold
happy laughter that echoes in longish corridors
hazel eyes that capture myriad dreams
of silks in green and gurgling streams

if only i could be what i think iam
i wouldn’t search for you in mirrors at every turn

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the fairy tale in us

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if you are the moon
then there’s much of me you’ve never known
am wild or at least I’d like to think so
and often found a little off the stage
there no frame that can hold my gaze
am the dot that’s often erased

If you are the sun
then am afraid i come out only at dusk
often when the winds blow harsh
I can be seen singing from the trees
laughing at the breeze

If you ask around they wouldn’t know
where to send you any more
I live mostly in my mind
and sometimes in the wasteland you call home

ode to a sunset wrapped in a desert sarong

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thank you for all the laughter and a million memories strong
nothing recedes without leaving behind…
an echo, a silhouette, an imagined warmth
with you, I’ve discovered time and tide come back for second chances
may they find me just a little wiser and a little happier
and a traveller for many a miles long
and should you call, I will play along
this time, for the love and the echoes of the song.

‘a dream within a dream’

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she used to watch them from a distance
through the smog of days and cold of haze
autumnal joy and the glory of rain
the girl with a laugh and a smile
that never foretold about things to come
what she remembers of him was his eyes and
the cuff link pair and a watch thick and grey
together they formed a connection that ought to have withstood time
in the days that followed through the festivals and endless cheer
and work that led them through hiccups of sleepless nights
life was but a celebration of the whimsy of hearts
but when the connection broke and yes it did
she wonders if they just disappeared into the wide world
fragmented and torn, at peace and warm
sitting across strangers with a teacup in hand
making chitchat that didn’t really belong
did they watch from afar or did they look for life?

she didn’t think so…she was the connection after all.

a tango in blue

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silly smiles on faces of children
gutsy winds and a sudden ballooning of skirts
rain on my face as i watch a darkening sky
the sudden lurch of a bus as it crosses a puddle nearby
watching the warmth of the day breathing a heartfelt sigh

your laugh spreads it’s own sunshine
even as you scramble to hold onto
the last vestiges of a dying day
one that came upon moodily and
recedes ever so reluctantly
fading into the evolving storm

…the persistence of memory

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…it’s an old photograph tucked away in a myriad folds
and yet every once in a while she stares at the gurgling laughter
and the strength of the hold
…she recalls the love and the warmth of a home
much before the big world, swallowed her whole
….a solitary moment captured in a sepia print
from days long ago
….and now when the storms rage and sometimes when the lights wane
against the flicker of candle light
….arises a smile, reminiscent of the little girl
that she used to know