Chrysalis —
is morning dewdrops
deposited on half wilted
mango leaves
autumn stench,
a rose with three
of its petals missing
tomorrow will obliviate
moods of despair,
schizoid longings
dissapear into a
cloud of cigarette smoke;
with fortitude
skilled fingers racing across
a weary sitar;
lacklustre witticisms
cracked in the long hours
of undulating boredom;
time’s silhoutte stands still
the profile untainted
if objects of veneration
remain unchanged
woods shall not help anymore
morning dewdrops
on half wilted mango leaves
is chrysalis…
Juvenilia 