How is it, my love,
that on such a sudden today
yet another winter-stained evening is thawing
into a frozen river so blue?

and you’re nowhere in sight
but in every lingering thought :
like the after-taste of a fantasy moment
that knows not how to flee

and what of distraction…?
it is failing with its every creative scheme

yes, i am that helpless hopeful
and my being lies right there,
solemnly celebrating this loveness
that is my eternal state
so deeply in love
with love!
dear god! how effortlessly you make me let out my secrets!

and now my woolen coat
a feigned envelope: unsealed
is billowing with the wind
and this wind is unforgiving
relentlessly trying
to read `tween the lines
of every letter that shall remain unsent forever
and to read `tween the lines
of every letter yellowing its own page

how is it, my love,
that tonight’s sky looks just as solitude does…
…when seeking her own solitude?

And i’m right here, walking back
from that familiar vintage railroad
i have known as a child -
the one I have traversed both towards and away from
through all these years
wondering about wandering lovers
and ever-wandering…
seeking a beautiful stranger
seeking a lost refuge with mirrors for eyes


and let me ask you:
how is it that
im standing at a zebra crossing to look ahead
and it is your unvisited home
that is seeming so much more closer
than mine ever, ever has before?


- Devotica, January 2006