Mystical Waves

And I watched the sea unfold

her mystical waves on shore.
Along strolled my thoughts untold-
waltzed in rhythm with the roar.
Each wave with its unique hum,
unrolled and caressed my feet.
Tingled with its frothy tongue,
dwindled the sand from beneath.
And so we talk for hours long-
the waves and me every morn.

The Retard

The human-bees swarm the station,

buzz about with apprehension.

Come morning, the grim faces

bustle without comprehension.

Amid this - lone stands a retard.

He hails, then smiles at each diehard.

A stranger to these strangers-

he mingles but they disregard.

Wonder-city.

Who needs pity?

Heartbeat

For whom the heart thumps so loud-

wherefore burns in agony?

Why sing to this mundane crowd

who wrench it repeatedly?

The clock ticks to alter fate,

unconcerned with time and cause.

And the heart tussles with haste

until its untimely pause.

And this hustle will not cease.

Memory is on short lease.