The Night

This might just so happen,

so happen,

who,you might have been searching

for all your life

might just tumble down in your

palms like a cluster of jasmine.

This might just so happen

so happen

whose eyes carry the shadow

of an ancient maple tree

with slumberous peace

and the pearls of trust.

In that shadow

you fall asleep

splendorous!!!

The Next morning

Last night we threw

all our life long wastes on the street

down below!

The crystal glass wine set,

the summertime snapshots

by the river Rhine,

the inexhaustible evenings

sitting next to Debussy,

and all the simple promises

that we made

on the bed all night !

We threw all of them as if

they were just the pebbles

on the pond.

Then we floated on the

turmoiled oceans

clutching our separate beds.

Our " Happy home"this morning

just disengaged the hands

and headed to some unknowable

pilgrimage.

But even now

if we stretch our wet hands

with a feeble hope to clasp

Things would change.

But , No we didn't.

We condensed our world

in lonely cries.