The first was a warrior; he broke my heart to pieces
The second was an artist; he sculpted them into beauty with knife cuts
The third was a trader; he bought a passion for sympathy
The fourth was a realtor; he cleaned up and then sold out
And finally, I was left with an empty, newly refurbished heart
in the emotional wasteland of a life.
So I put up a new board that said ‘Tenant wanted’.
She may have watched Gone with the Wind too many times since she only dresses in black and white. A reflection of the way she thinks. And she supposes that a penchant for red lipstick makes her friend, a close affiliate to Bozo the clown. Bozo reasons that someone who reads Kundera and Murakami,…
A park separates them. If it can be called a park, that is. A grassy patch chequered with muddy patches, that turn into puddles in the monsoon. The dogs like it anyhow. They keep him awake at night with their barking. Nobody seems to care at 2 in the a.m….
Wow, Awesome
Wonderfully written , I admire you for this .
@Dewang Vora: Thank you! Do visit again. I write a lot of fiction & poetry.
My pleasure. 🙂
I am following you from past many days and have gone through your poetries .
I really like the way you describe your thoughts .