A Woman

She sits by the sea. 

Nude. Not naked!

Her sun-kissed body --
    curvy and carved, ivory and ebony, 
    firm and fair, brown and beige,
    all in one, all at once --
the sea-mists now cool.

Through her tassels of golden unrest
    the sea-breeze runs its care-soaked comb,
        unfurling yore's lore.
Over her skin of milky-glow calm

    the silky rays drizzle like sands in an hourglass,

        weaving morrow's lure.

She's desire. Pure. A pyre to which
    men draw and burn.
She's gravity. Powerful. Toward which 

    men flock and orbit.

Though eyes to her form often rove and halt,

she sits absorbed oblivious of 

    her admirers and adorers,

    the lurkers and the lechers.

She sits still pensive and lost.
'cause it's her time:
    A time to herself. A time for herself.

    A time to reflect. A time for rapture.

    A time to connect. A time for concord.

Her mind, body, and soul 

    in unison with nature,

sensing, sipping and sniffing its

    hues, spirit, and essence,

expands her horizon with all its joy and beauty.

She sits by the sea.

Mindless

Trapped in the labyrinth of his mind,

     he goes mindless,

Strapped in his own space,

     numbed by his own comfort zone,

          mindless, he sits hapless.

And sounds of doors,

     closing  one after the other,
     clamor through his empty mind.

With each closing door sighs yet

          another window of opportunity.

He wonders, where on the way,
        at which turn in his journey
        keys that had worked before,
        keys that opened these very doors

               turned useless. 

In sheer restlessness he wonders,

       if lost are the keys
       or the lock got changed on him.
       

Sounds like these, 

       thoughts like these,

       keep creeping smoothly. steadily.
       like the keys of a piano.

       like the tick of a timepiece. 

Only this one is out of tune.
Only this one is out of time.

Caught in the labyrinth of his own mind,
he sits mindless. hapless. wondering. 

Slide

However hard I try
can't stop the slide
I asked aloud why
But no one replied.

Ideas fetch no cent
when life's out of rhyme
useless is a talent
that has run out of time

Blinded by vision
crippled by pride
can see no option
can't stop the slide

2014-11-27
North Lake Tahoe