Saturday, January 30, 2016

The Enmeshed Age


Washed clear by tears
The door of memory unlocked
The stylized face of a young man, fades;
No old, broken now and again—he
Finds himself more often than not,
Dozing off…
Falling indeterminately into unformed
His heart thumping like heavy knocks of a door!

It skips a beat, jumps some, now and then.