Black and blue
The sky changes hue
And the glow of Venus dims
Milky Way
Is not what it was
When I was a little boy
Is it dawn?
A reminiscent
Of my incomplete vigil?
Madhu jee*
Eternal beauty
And time is once again still
And Daphne*
A lustrous flower
With an eternal aura
Day begins
Yes, another day
To remind me who I am
But for you
O dear father
Life would have been so different
Winter wind
Snaps something inside
Like the dry branch of a tree
Tears abound
But they will not fall
To wet the jaded collar
Love and hate
Are still in my fate
As long as this season lasts
Till Spring comes
I have to see stars
To imagine I am alive
Shadows form
As the sunlight comes
Brightness unveils horizons
Madhuban*
And Madhubala
Will remind me of beauty
While Daphne
Will never vanish
From this heart and mind of mine
This poem could make even a stone cry! Could you chop up your sad heart into any tinier bits and serve it up as your soup de la poem for your readers? I somehow don't think so! My eyes stung as I read this to its close. Then you send a poisonous arrow right through my already aching heart as my poor lungs are trying to breath normally again with the author's comments, me imagining that sad, lone figure outside his office at dusk silently penning all his pain to the page. Care to make a wager? I bet by the end of your life, the bulk of your fan following will be for the most part women. Women whose hearts you unknowingly captured as you wove your web of grief, as you attempted to write out all your pain, anger, emptiness and disbelief at the cold indifference that seems to envelope the whole of the world. You Sir Poet are a shameless heart thief. I'm calling you out for what you are! Well, let me amend that....for what you were! as I notice happier poems in your poetic coffers. Likely a ploy to capture some of the less fretful sort of female hearts eh? Well, do Be on your ball point pen Sir Poet as I'm watching you!...............laughs heartily you know who! .......so why type it?