Blur

sections and aisles
rows and columns
divided and separated
arranged and ordered
everything in its place

yet Life!.. is a mess,
no boundaries to repair,
failing to distinguish.
what is real.. ?
what is not there?

All seems a Blur
a fantasy..
I am no longer sure
If this is me.. or just destiny..

Abandoned Hearts!

In a closet of afternoon
glowing memories
in deep red
words of comfort

holding hands
on a Summer's eve
blue lake
.. your eyes are dead..

reaching out
wipe the tears
..a colourless stain..
of longing

the heart..beats
like a resounding knock
on an abandoned door
..all is black..