What would she think..

Recalling one evening

Of many uncountable ones

Just a glimpse of that wall there

Never would she have thought

Here she would be...

Wish I could hear 

What she would think of me

Free

I see it was no smoke at all

Not a remnant of fast moving bodies

There were just cobwebs

Caused by the lack of motion

Causing all under it to freeze in time

Pushing them aside we are free

To rejoice and see stars shine again

Ocean eyes

Where I love to see a twinkle
Today I saw a hurricane brew
As it swept across the ocean of your eyes
I catch my breath and wait for it to pass

Storms

Frenzied activity
Dust is wiped away
Kicking up a storm in a tea cupboard

Rejoice

Let every care and worry
Waft away into the air
Feel it leaving you
And rejoice
at fresh freedom

Vendor Calls

Cries of vendor
Strange and bizarre
To the outside ear
Rarely decipherable
Services provided
Entertainment derived
From decoding their
unique advertisement calls

Aubergine

Flavours explode
Permeate onto the palate
I know there is a party
in my stomach

Wipe the dust

Wipe the dust away
And what remains
Is the home that I return to
With love and longing
With hope for the future
And everything that I belong to

Miniscule Giants

Snow covered mountains,
Gigantic masses of Her innards
that can be scaled
but never conquered
No goat or herd ventures
upon these giants that shadow over
But when observed from the sky
The giants reduce to mere spots
Pimples across the face of Mother Earth

Travel Anxiety

Long ago I received a lesson
The importance of which
today has not lessened
It has injected in me
A deep insecurity
And I worry endlessly
Over baggage to be carried during travel