Time is gone

Time is gone,
like the smile that fades
by the warmth of a tear,
like the smell that ceases after a snuff,
like the love that strays after a delight,
like the faith lost on a Godless night,
like the reminder of a sorrow-
Time is gone...

-GG

We shall meet

Another day, another time
A different place, a new reason;
We shall meet.

Torn

I tore those letters a
long time ago in sixty-four small
pieces. I want them back.

Child talk

"Mosquitoes in America are little and small.
Indian mosquitoes are many and big.
Indian mosquitoes bite a lot.
American mosquitoes don't bite.
But sometimes, Indian mosquitoes come to America.
And then they bite".

Merry-go-round

One end to the other.
A new begining. A new end.
Merry-go-round. Life!

Mehendi

We sat, all. Pretty, ready.
Our hand in theirs, flowers, designs;
the pungent smell of henna,
the green curves of genius-
strokes of beauty in a pasty finish.

Smooth dripped the cone
to form sensuous forms in split seconds;
Feminine, gentle;
Tedious, romantic.

We sat, all. Pretty, ready.
Today was the mehendi...

:)

My family of other animals

Budgies are expecting
again; lovebirds just don't want to
grow up. (Sigh... Sob... Sob...)