Our present
Playing with the fingers of uncertainty
Weaves the yarn of miseries.

All alone lies in the boat of time the paddle of darkness.

Reluctant are rains and clouds
And the loneliness lies on the table.
Bright curtains of seasons fall in the sorrowful air,

We stand speechless; Mum
Dangling the badges of questions on our chests.

The rain of constraints is stuck around the windows and
Shrinking sunshine over the frigid firmament breaks the stints of magnanimity.

Over the shoulder cascades a stream of light.
Ah….. Down the steps of intimacies
I kiss you

The hunter of time has set out
For the blue woods of the sky
Lest he hunts the Sun Fishes of age filp about.
The first kiss of love nibbles at the lips.

Dated standed in the wild storm like fallen leaves sand prop.
We sob for you in every season
My own perishing awareness
Come
Let us hang it in the poetry
Once again…………….