Cradles and shrouds….

As the funeral flames embrace the atmosphere Sparks of grief rush by White shrouds char before fate Gazes the eye,brimming with tears A warm rain wets the earth While another home celebrates the new born’s birth…. Advertisements

Portrait at dusk

When at dusk  my casement was flung open Saw I a painter’s portrait Black pillars stood erect And  the cape from above,embraced The  light sky,like a dying fire,slowly fades to navy blue Almost hypnotizing a poet’s eyes,ere the stars bloom The eyes gently shift from above to below Where night  tenants gently add magic to … More Portrait at dusk