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When a windStarts to blow,It sets in motionThe little things –Dry leaves,Plastic bags,Paper,And clothesLet loose,From their precarious perchOn a flimsy drying stand,And of course, dust and sandLots of that. The windDoes not askTo be followed.It simply,Sets things in motion –It … Continue reading →

The road is endless,Dry and arid,Not a touch of moisture,Nor anything pleasant,Such as shrubberyBy the sides,Or the shadow castBy a lonesome tree. The going is tough –The heat from the asphaltSeeps into the solesOf the travel weary feet,Soaking the socksAs … Continue reading →

The paint can tippedSpilling paintOn the rock,A fairly large blotOf bright red,A remarkable spotAgainst a dark canvas,Comfortable in its inlay. Rain, hail and wind,Sandstorms too,Have lashed on the rock,Since the fateful tipping,Of the unsteady can,But the bright red,Has held on,As … Continue reading →

A solitary street lampHas not shone,For days on end;Just like the unlit windowsOf the house behind.The neighbourhoodHas carried on,Not noticingThe darkness,That takes overThe comma in the making,Come twilight precedingEach summer evening.Unless it smells,Or maggots appear,On the doorstepAnd window sills,Life will … Continue reading →

I am sat on a benchOn the lonely platformPerhaps awaiting a trainPerhaps notOr maybe it isQuite simplyThat I am either too earlyOr too lateFor there is no one elseTo be seenIn the vicinityThere is silenceA lack of announcementsThe electronic displayIs … Continue reading →

Each time the rootOf the towering treeIn the neighbour’s yard,Grew deeper pastThe border on the east,And each time it grewA new offshootIn the easterly,It was an infringementUpon my lands,But I let it be;For nature knowsNo limits,The bounds we define,Cannot confine,Its … Continue reading →

The riverKeeps flowing,Its waterHas no rest,From beingIn that state,But when that waterEmpties into a lake,Or the ocean,It learns,Almost at once,To cease motionThat carries it forward;Its movements then,Are confined within,The mellow ripple,Or the tumultuous wave –Neither ever,Progressing aheadFor miles on end. … Continue reading →

The train rattles hardAs it lurches forward,Everyone around herResponds,In one way or the other,But she sits there,In her seat by the window,The scenes outside,Not particularly captivating,Just not yet,Her eyes seem rooted,At a spot in the distance,Although her stareIs notably vacant. … Continue reading →

When music does notManage to soothe,The frayed nervesOf a soul so lost,That it knows not,How to regainA semblance of footing,On a jagged terrain,Of overwhelming pain –And nor does beauty,Or the pursuit,Of a beloved hobbyThat once fostered peace –Perhaps it is … Continue reading →