The monks laughed in my direction...
Turning to look at the noises,
I could smell the wet roses...
Raindrops kissing my feet as I ran...
Up to the coffee shop,
A wet book in my hand,
I sat down to the brewing cup...
A crooked smile on my lips.
Mornings spent wrapped in the heat,
And the evenings worn off by walks,
As the night started to sneak upon me,
I would look to the moon that you look upon.
The corner lamp shone through the misty window...
Darkness enveloping me in a warm embrace,
Nightmares of unfinished business,
Cuddling amongst insomnia and nightmares...
Between love and lust lies this poet...
On thin lines...
Indifferent to taking sides,
Too curious to make a choice...
4 comments:
The place in the pic looks familiar. Kushalnagar maybe? An educated guess. Since the monks laugh at me as well.
it is :)
Wow! I was just shooting in the dark. :)your verses have refreshed some old cherished memories.Kudos.
visited your blog... very nice :)
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