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

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

An End
Standing high upon this edge...

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

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

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

Look at me.
No, really see...

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

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

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

The glint of gold amongst the green
a berry ripe with autumn’s sun...

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