Meeting

The mind is still wet

with dew of the thoughts

you left behind.

I need to protect these-

stretch the dawn,

thwart the blazing

morning, noon

and, jump straight to

the dusk,

where the musk

of your perfume

awaits me.

Beginning or End

At every bend
it seems
the world comes to an end.
And, then
begins all over again
on a different plain.

moving from bend to bend
feet accustomed
to foreign earth
adapting, adopting
and imbibing
new fragrances
some sweet
some stale,
each carrying a tale.

when the end begins
or the beginning ends
there is a lull-
the circle of logic
temporarily suspended.
and, there creeps in
an uneven dream
or a fantasy,
if you will!
shaking off
the spoke in the wheel
and steal
a step
a single step
moving away
from beginning or end
towards the eternity
infinite.