From some rusted thoughts...

FLOWER SELLER

Every flower,

was either a wreath

-or a bouquet for ma eyes...

Today when i found

-the marvellous colours

and the beauty of its scent

The world is upside down for me.

Amid the glitz and glamour 

of this well lighted city..

Tonight,am the beetle

who struggles on it's dorsum!

ADIEU

I make a thousand boats

for your love to sail away..

I stay holding my breath

as these ripples fade away..

Scars are left in this transparency!

still it reflects my face!

I try to smile again..

concealing the pain!