Tuesday, September 22, 2009


As the bus sways you lean on me
silencing an unexpected utterance
into my ear like the warm breeze
the name of which escapes
the lips of my heart.

P.S.: Sometimes inspiration comes in the most unexpected way.


Shingo T said...

Nice poem (as always).

I get alot of inspirations in the toilet. Could be due to the fact that the toilet cubicle is enclosed with 4 walls and there's nothing better to do, than to think.

mrdes said...