Fan Pandit
Pray ladies do not be a flutter...

How is it, when I see your face
Under the spotlights telltale glare...

There,
a sigh, a soft remembered sound...

I once held love within a grasp
so tender as to leave no bruise...

At dark of night she stood in wait
Repayment for...

Look at me.
No, really see...

In winters tightening grip we face
these dull, grey days in lassitude and...

Blank pages stretched before me,
threatening in their stark innocence...

Gripped fast in tides swell
and unable to break free...

Tumbling wave swept notions crash through realism
to spill into humdrum normality...

Pedestal flame I raised you far too high
Unreachable amongst the stars above...

If I should open up my heart
and mind within these words...