Colombo

The fiery motion of locomotion The ear-shattering horns. A million cars on lanes That know no margin. The smoke trails And the slow migration from home To bureau. The long stretches of asphalt The jumping mud puddles And the fading zebra crossings All uniting on a surface Where wheels are in slow motion. And in…

Ephemeral Beauty

Perhaps I should light a match And count the number of seconds it lasts. The ephemerality of most things. The kiss that blazes and dies In a flash. The ending of a movie That opens the waterworks. The Canvas that your eyes glean Beauty from. And there is no picture-perfect Science to appreciation. You open…