The wind over the dead leaves

With the face of the skyWashed cleanGlobules of waterHave speckled the oiled surfaceOf leaves on arching treesThey glisten in the evening lightReflecting kaleidoscopic colorsAs I look on, they dither,Quiver, wobble and flutterEach drop, in an effort to balance precariously,Flops down one by oneWith a sad refrainFlip… plop, flip …plopLeaving ripples in the puddles belowIn the…

from a dying candle,a single drop of tearleft her eye’s boundarymaking its way downand fell down without a sound,crashing into pieces!The denouement of a sad life!Like pulverized shards of glassit tore into his fleshcausing haemorrhagesomewhere deep inside his skull

Unless in cash you giveNothing will ever moveConceit, Deceit, Lust- form a trinity

glorious boon, heaven freely granted!committed guardian of the night!you appear each night to lead the wayfarers,stumbling across the murky faraway streets,the ones lost in the labyrinth of darknessshedding down beams of light on their wayyou stay aloft in the firmament in deep solitudeyet in benevolent contact with all creationthe young and the old fall under…

All day he sat and thoughtOf his unlucky lotBut glad as he saw in his bowl, his gain!

Lying in that dead endShe saw the crane godsendOr else she would have died in that drain!