A little post of gratitude

I’m on a train, typing this bit out of an overwhelming urge of expression. But unlike my recent posts about being on trains and travelling, this isn’t about me, or my thoughts and muse.  It’s about this man sitting beside me. He looks like any guy aged somewhere between 25 to 30, spectacled and fairly built.  I’ve for long been engrossed in my novel and … Continue reading A little post of gratitude

For what they are…

  the concrete lane crevices cradling dust of walk-by shoes   the stone pavement in hope of holding another stray peruse   the lonely bower wishing for the walk of a wandering muse   the forgotten street forging history for another ancient ruse   the bustling crossroad still staying for those who pass away, impart recluse   the dark alley walled both sides, its own escape, an … Continue reading For what they are…