The patron goddess
of lonely beings,
Lady Aloofness,
adorned in ashen
maxi enthroned
on errie silence
visited last
dampish evening
Between her
listening and
mine chatters
The maiden
Stillness stood
but the resolute
goddess coiled
around my neck
like a raven
serpent slithering
going mary
go-round
strangulating
all the chords
dwelling in humble
throat, chocking
any word, hissing
away any sense
smothering any
desire with her
venomous fangs!
A faint tick-tick of a water-drop
Dripping from a rustic-tap
Echoing through the lazy nights
Almost like a sweet lullaby
Dab-dab of my throbbing heart
The time pauses between the
The two knocks, an ancient
Cradle song lulling me into slumber
But a sound sleep is a distant
Mirage, it seldom knocks
On doors of lonely ones
while some are melting in
the heats of night submerged
in passion filled-songs
others might be again re-
living some vague visions
an ant crawls up my sleeves
searching a crack or fissure
to nap for a while looking
straight in my gaunt eyes
but she has some woe
as me, isolate she just
like me just runs here-
there all this when time
ceases between the
tick-tick a of water-drop
