[Verse] Invite

Where ripples of a drop jingle like anklets
where the lake wears a crimson blanket
camouflaged, to escape wrath of a setting sun
where autumn leaves chuckle at your feet
tip-toeing behind to cup my eyes with your palm
and the cuckoo echoes our thoughts

Away from the rattling rhythm of the 7.30 local
alien to the deadlines staring at our face
removed from the cries of the vegetable-vendors
still untouched, unscathed by carbon-monoxide
safe from synthetic shadows of skyscrapers
empty coffers and asphyxiating expenses

in tranquility we will find the answers we seek

Vijay © 27th March, 2006