Deafening Silence

I know u were here, even if sometimes u choose not to tell me,

u think u left no trace,
ahh..only if u knew what rush of sweetness still lingers by,

u tread softly..but ur anklets roar in me,

u whisper, i listen aloud,

u breathe, the melody stirrs me,

u lower your gaze coyly, i see the raw seething,

u fake courtesy,i bear the snub,

u smile,but u forget i can see through.

of all the finer things in life,my love... u r the finest.

Sleep and the city...

Rough friday night. 2 am and lumpy, glowing snow pounds at window. Wooden floor-boards creak and echo. Glass catches breathing fog, watches icy wind pepper skin. Dead white quiet. A shivering snuggle into warm duvet, sheets leading upto toasty dreams. It's a happy november weekend!

ALilu

It's not about the mango tree in our backyard nor about its mangoes,it's about the li'l squirrel relishing it.
:)