Transition

dressed in robes
colorless and white
of my own choice
hair tied in a bun
uptight!

a book in hand
a dangling bookmark
a scrap of paper
with a lipstick mark

awaiting at the platform
train to arrive
set for the transition
from sunshine to moonlight

a light baggage
of a story or two
all piled up, alongside..
a shuddering breath, a lone tear

I wait for you, tonight!

~dil~

carve my heart out..
slice it and dice it..
serve it on a plate..


relish it..
cherish its taste..

its a meal well spent for..
its a meal to remember..

have u ever looked into the eyes of someone who,
so willingly surrenders.