The crispness
in each breath I own
announces this time of year;

I exhale
and it seems the leaves all turn.

All possibilities
of spring
pull the leaves to the ground,

then chance
comes into play where each will land.

In the end
the earth is nourished
and time must continue,

thus we are blessed
with harvest's yield for that year;

surrounded by pleasures
we'll find ourselves hovering nearer the hearth,
bundling-up to erase solstice's chill.

BRONX INTO MANAHTTEN

Clickety-clack
trains on the tracks
high above
cobblestone streets
they screech
angrily
spitting sparks at each stop
cars shaking
impatiently.

we vibrate all as one
holding on back to back
to old black leather straps
knees to torn straw seats
sliding side to side
eyes stare ahead
rows of the living dead

There we are, awash in velvet shadows
I mumble clumsily through my offerings of my soul.
The night feels spun on so much promise
The warm air feels too forgiving,
So willing to wrap itself around us
Raise us upon its back,into another time,another fable.

‘He’s back... he’s back..!’
I want to shout out
He has finally come back
After weeks in absence....
Felt his presence all the time
But couldn’t see those loving eyes
Fingers touched him with ease
Though I struggled to reach the mind
Had no problem with the word flow
Yet, for a conversation I could die
Oh... how badly did I miss him
When he was right by my side....
Days spent under fear and suspense
Have finally come to an end
The tinted window’s now open
Giving glimpse of the sun shine

the moon shines bright
faithfully every thirty days
as some enjoy the night

wishing upon the stars
for another chance
to change the world

the ocean water ripples
carrying with its memories
of those standing on it shores

taking hold of its power
to find love infinities
where no one knows a broken heart

the sun burns in day skies
loyally in summertime
some cry out from its source of pain

longing peace and security
a trap into life's forge
fingernails scratching at lock doors

for entitlements enjoyed by elderly
fordone for all younger than 55
left to suffer at hands of corrupt ones

parched grass lay bare
no longer green
for those climbing fences

the railway track!

if the train driver is
a married man he will
apply brakes
then take you home
where you will awake
in unknown arms
slumbering sweet
mouth full of chocolates
God gave him a sweet bunny
one he needed

MOST!

Boundless Feelings, boundless Emotions
when it comes to express them we are bounded
so much to say but we hardly utter
so much to say but we are short of words
some time we get few words but we hardly open up
want to share & exchange but we prefer quiet
need someone who can decode expressions
someone who can provide exact meaning
but we all fail as we try to pursue words
all we need to read those eyes
in quiet & placid they keep talking
for sorrow or happiness they keep dropping

can't seem to see
the floodplain me
our hostel imprint glassware time
escapes our shell
Your heart in mine

this sadness beads of
atrophy
still rushed in turpid
meaning crush

come with our duster
dreams cloaked
damp The misting rains
that turn hope black
our naked room
with trembling timid
fingers on our backs

the bare breast haste
the passion rage
our loins brazen
with the spring
and now
our fall

I once walked
with the empty streets
to meet the dawn
but they never took me there-
where peace could be found.

Instead they led me
to life's lamenting shores
where I endlessly talked
to the empty shells,
to the broken waves,
and to the withering sands
just to find out that
peace has there
forever drowned.