There was no fireworks
just a tired mind
too numb to be nasty
bedraggled leaves
        
...
    
        i like you best when you're sleeping, 
peaceful, quiet, responsive to the slightest
        
...
    
        yesterday, it was in bloom, 
the flame of the forest, bordering
        
...
    
I am more of a poet than a writer and more of a reader than a poet. I scribble my thoughts mostly on my blog: http: //rashscribbles.wordpress.com. Occasionally, i try my hand at short fiction too. Most of my short fiction efforts are also posted on my blog.)
                    Fireworks
                    
                    There was no fireworks
just a tired mind
too numb to be nasty
bedraggled leaves
boring
black-eyed
shivering
in the air
without peace
but no fireworks.
                

 
                    