Bouganvillea

you and i
and a long summer
stretched between us

the bougainvillea
blooms in wild abandon
protesting the norm
that wants to tie it
...tie me!
you are my wide, calm sky
embracing my
defiance
but loving it
nevertheless

Alone in your City

Alone,
in your city
the roads and sidewalks
ask me, where do I wander.
What do I seek?

The pubs and cafes
beckon me
I turn my back!
Coffee has lost all meanings
Its froth and,
my exuberance
met a hopeless
death,sometime back

Your city is so painstakingly
familiar,
Ah! achingly so.
Only that
it is a tad hazy now!