Thirty nine minutes left
and the golden rings await
a special love affair.
“Others and I” is hanging there
and his blue eyes are climbing
above all stories.
What an odd neighborhood;
who would imagine their words?
Don’t tell me I should go.
Twenty nine minutes left
on my own – will I
ever recover from you?
S
“They always say time changes things,
but you actually have to change them yourself.”
Where is the path?
In sixty five miles or less,
and the tale never began to end.
The wind howls with the
forest wolves in an early dawn;
the train passes a hundred directions,
witnessing the hasty travellers,
chanting a melody to their beloveds.
The moon shines; the stars shame.
Into her thirsty eyes, he pleads to look.
Let’s take the road – right or wrong –
and fly among the sparkles.
S
– What is ‘love’?
– A verb.
“I wear black and white – and black.
Colour looks shit on me.
It just does.”
(Kate Winslet – British Vogue, April 2011)
Casting you a glance
and I’m getting lost
in tomorrow.
Silver, your precious
hair is going;
one strand at a time.
Gray, your sky-blue eyes
are turning to;
blink after blink.
After all, beauty does live
among us – among the
lovers’ charm.
S
“You don’t need anybody
to tell you who you are
or what you are.
You are what you are.”
Two years ago on this day, I ended certain emotional affairs of mine, crossed boundaries I never thought I would cross, and took a short trip to Paris.
Today, I still treasure my decision and every moment of that trip.
Today, I admire life on the cutting edge.
S
