From my window seat


Of all the countless stars I see
And the dim lights across the field
And the stations carelessly passed
I finally breathe.

When you’re rushing, rushing
against time
And then you look up at the sky
Of all the countless stars you see
One shines bright.

Across the moors there is a frail
road; a lone bike stands by
Staring at the passing train
The calves graze on
Unperturbed, .

A dim lantern keeps its stand
Protector of the muddy homes
Kingdom under thatched roofs –
Of all the darkness that I see
I see you, if I close my eyes.

Sleepless night of sleepy eyes
Herb and water sits by my side.
The train halts as dawn
Creeps in.
I order two butter omelette fries.

Time and Beauty

Time is on a holiday
on the beach.. ah peace..
a few birds.. here and there..
the tales slowly cease..

The Master of the Mastermind
Oh hello, Glory-head !
the chimes of time.. a bell.. a clock..
Beauty – airbrushed again..

Do I know you? ” the words of Time..
to the maiden caged in sleep..
Unholy soul lingering about
blue safely keep..

Pretty stones for the pretty lady
a gift for the shy smile
a knowing smell.. and mystery more..
everlasting dreams divine..

Battered.. shattered.. a twit in pain..
Pain.. in drops and stones
twirling down the mountainside
a broken mind.. and tattered dead bones

The sky in a slightly tawny shade
The gloaming gloating with glee
Beauty kept under wraps
in her dark world.. another long sleep..

Time.. O sweet nasty Time?
But Time is gone.. and somehow lost..
The raging waves.. all meaningless..
for Time is truly lost.