Like inky nights
diluted with
pearly moonlight...
Like dry riverbeds
inundated with
rushing waters...
Like sudden stillness
invaded with
thunderous gales...
Or poignant silences
gentled with
murmurs and smiles...
And lack-lustre eyes
moistened with
tears of feeling...
Maybe there's hope for us-
New perspectives
Untold and untried..
Normalcy now,
would be
an achievement.
2 April, '91
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A re post, to strive and find a muse again:)
