Someone deliciouly forbidden:
Hugs and kisses; bites to be hidden;
It was all headily sly
Veins throbbed  (someone's coming! oh my!)
All that's past not forgotten

The darkness:

a botomless pit.

I'm falling

A blizzard-
howling outside home.
I'm warm.

I Like Cycling

I like the silence
that comes with
a round of robust cycling.

I like the serenely green trees
and the chirping birds
and the gust of wind hitting my face.

I like the thoughts
washing over my mind
as i concentrate on traffic.

I like flowing
with the traffic,
deciding where to go.

I like being alone,
separated from the crowd
by a humble vehicle.

Saw neither the grime nor the dirt;
Was just glad that I got a berth.

Twirls and whirls
and whirls and twirls,
Life is twirls and whirls.

I am not the girl whom you think I was:
I am the woman whom you never saw.

Damn the Seeker!

Who knows what the future will hold,
of the great tragidies untold.
The past looked bleak:
the future looks bleaker.
But few still do seek
an uncertain future.
Damn the seeker!

Damn the seeker who knows
that the future is bleak;
even in a bleak
future does he seek
a few reassurances that look
a lot less bleak:
temporary joy in life does he seek.
If the end is bleak
then why should he seek?
Damn the seeker!