Dodo

Water water everywhere

Not a drop on its wing

Golden dodo soars high

In dark gray sky

Worry not give time

Damp patch to dry

On the ceiling

And on the lung

May it sound funny, honey

But what really matters

Is money

Image from Google

Linked to: Poets United: Money

Coma

                                                     
                                                     
                                                               Memories’ quartz

Dust of time,

Quiet flows

Rivulet of images,

Ardours plash

And feelings gale,

Dreams murmur

Desires stretch.

Between us but

Icicles in coma!

(Image by Google)

Linked to: Poets United: Winter

You are missed

The wind is naughty today again

feebly teasing sometimes

uncouthly caressing the chime

And it is responding too

not in rapturous pleasure

but in painful sighs

They feel your absence

and miss you perhaps.

Or do I?

Linked to: Poets United
Linked to: ABC Wednesday: M is for Memories