Sunday, May 25, 2014

Micropoetry - mine




I am bound by your imagination. Free up an universe within you. We might meet.

Mangoes ripen. Love fades. An ant scurries away. Life happens when you are not looking.

A mouthful of sun 
Hot, yellow and salty
A raw mango less in the pickle

Winter sunset
The scent of your laughter
Ripens the oranges

Like a seedling from the soil,
Like a flag in a victory march,
Like a note in a crescendo,
Like you never did fall,
Rise.





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