A couch,

slouched to nothingness,

drenched to myriad thoughts,

wordplay eluding me,

Stream of thoughts,

coalescing into the salty water,

they say,

write anything,

reflection lost,

like stars shrouded by white cloud,

petals slathered on the muddy patch,

where is mine!

the same old red petal,

fragrance piercing the nostril,

Has it disappeared?

like this beautiful girl in black,

munching gum,

inside the train?

billowing smoke,

engine rattled to life,

bogey ambling slowly away,

I stand alone,

craving for my rose,

her scent flitting inside my brain,

of forever,

yet imaginary and sentient!

Love

V