i stopped and kissed the gate
i walked through the park
hoping to see
beloved
the park is lonely as i...
may be i’m late
the only awake souls are
the foxes’ right now
the night is silent
silent as death
i stare at the dark sky
there’s no glimpse of
a single star
maybe, maybe
this is the resemblance
of the death
i feel cold...
and i carry on walking
in between the
peacefully sleeping trees
at last i reach to the lake
and take a deep breath
so i grin silently
to the lake
and jump in...
i guess
this much pleasure
shouldn’t be a sin...

gd -Bromley Road-London 18/7/2009