Friday, July 15, 2011


his calm quiet precedes his presence
like consistent ticks of timed progression
he sculpts the pages with careful chisels
both in digital and temporal essence

neat and buttoned like perfection
luring it out like true confession
quiet whispers that make a noise
impacting masses in coalescence

the journey starts, the journey ends
either here or there or beyond the bends
and in the middle we find simple joys
with friends found in mere acquaintance

as one we witness your evanescence
lauding your greatness as acquiescence