Five not so easy pieces
Silences
This brooding silence,
echo of a despondence
that our road ends here.
Renovation
Mason breaking tiles,
shrouded in a dusty haze
I watch and resist
an immaterial grief
rising from the detritus.
Linger
In the school lobby
I listen, till she completes
Her swimming lesson;
She was born for the water
I, to linger in daydream.
Burnt Waters
The river, submerged
by a millenia's pyres,
carries life no more.
Unfit for consumption
Even the termites
boring through sheesham wood shelves
ignore my poems.