When time was crucial and booked
for stories piled up to cook,
my luck was playing with a coin.
While crushing heads and missing points,
I caught him spying on my lips.
Parade of chances caused eclipse,
so I could fade for sure to black
and pray for brightness on way back
from place of draw a blank on sky.
This blank was hunting for my eye –
the snitcher and cryonic beast,
who waits while weathercock turns East
and makes my day as prism for blame.
Another dancing rays and game
of throwing words as feathered darts,
another missing of the heart
was coming soon as night turned blue
and hungry air was imbued
with rhythms and rhymes and city’s sigh.
The life came out and babyish cry
was pouring densely out of mouths,
as flock of geese who lost the South
and found hard to pluck the grass,
since grass was roofed with winter bless.
I meant to open wider world
with bigger words and typeface – bold,
but, who would new, the time was packed
and mind so pure – she was intact.

31 December 2008