As the evening disappears
Without a letter
Unspoken promises
Wander orphaned.

I search my bag
With urgent fingers
Dismissing one memory
After another. 

        They call me a chipmunk. I don't really like the name. And there's never a chipmunk. We are two. That's how we come. Paired.

        I love to run. I love to shoot myself like an arrow,halting suddenly without a sound to ponder and nibble.

        I nibble at hard coverings till they crack. Sometimes this wanting to open becomes like a frenzy of its own. I don't know what I'm looking for. Maybe I'm just looking for a surprise.

          He is just like me. There's an invisible rope tying us both. When its given a sharp tug or pull, we get into a frantic chase. Then I'm not myself anymore. I scream with ecstacy as I am pulled and swept faster than the wind right behind his flying tail. We barely touch the ground. Winding and unwinding unending circles up and down along tree trunks.

         Our chase might like look just for fun, but  for someone who latches onto the winding trail that we leave on the air around will know that we are the ones who create lilt in all music!

Remember that morning
That lost its way,
Took a wrong turn
On its way to work
And lingered unsure
Under that huge smiling tree?

Remember that dream,
The dream you dreamt the night before
That somehow spilled
And mixed
With the morning mist?

Just as the ripples
on the water surface
turning silence
of a mute reflection
into a song..

As the million droplets
bursting forth,
from the mad rush
of a mountain spring
leaping to touch the moon

As the hovering buzz
of the bees
weaving ribbons
of light beams
into a dance

As the colours
of the evening sky
melting and dripping,
colouring the treetops
and faces and hearts,

You too..

Weightless,
free,
floating
and full of magic!

A solitary bird
pushes across
the empty desert sky
bereft of clouds,

followed by eyes
burnt out with too much thirst,
bereft of the rain
that showers only
from the sight
of the beloved's face!

Leaves have settled
on the path
Green and yellow
Waiting to be swept away
And walked upon

Words still fly wanton
Driven by the winds of thought
Falling out of the edges
Of the mosiac of my mind

A few will come perhaps
and fall green and yellow
To float with the untraceable
Entrancing circles
In the soothing waters
Of your heart

Windows filter in the night sky
Sending out in watery smoke
Dreams that outgrow
sleepless eyes.

Shivering from more
Than just cold
this blanket of nightly hush
keeps warm.

Where a blink is more
Than a thousand tears shed
And a mere sigh
Spans distances of the stars!