Morning Conversations

“Has Santa grown fat?”
“But dear, he died last year...”
Damn, she got there first.

Date No.6

Hello world, she sang,
Hello world, I sang along,
He sure looked puzzled.

Companionship?

Jump, I said,
He tripped on a step,
In approval.

Fall, I said,
He rolled on his back,
And giggled.

Cry, I said,
And he looked at me
With sadness,
Quite unlike him.

Fly, I said,
My bird laughed.

Untitled : 5

Yellow stones weep,
For the solemn passing stream,
That holds her last breath.

This December

Drench me in your voice,
Goosebumps crave to surface,
This cold December.

Undeniable Logic

Elements in trance,
Persuade time to watch;
‘File not found.’

Happy Birthday

In the throes of March,
Unmolested by proverbs,
I pluck on my past.