Nimble Nemesis,
never say good bye
bequeathing an earning of grief
to solvent time.

The colors of joy
may grow fainter and
lose a set, rubbed off the canvas
by an insolvent eye.

But, let the march stay
and the rain too
even when words wobble in space
along the axis of time.

Look for metaphors
with a uniformed distribution
and extend them to infinite
along the axis of time.

Save yourself from graciousness
of a promising monsoon in the ghats
when petrichor is all
that you seek.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s