Tapestry

A tea stall by the street

Hidden by a foggy sunrise

Many swirls of mists

An old woman bent over

A kettle of bubbling buff fluid 

Glass bangles on wrinkled wrists

An outstetched hand

Longing for warm fingertips

Circled around a chipped cup

A skinny dog with warm eyes

Wagging a Q shaped tail

Sitting on a bed of cold stubs

A couple on a motorbike

Squished together 

Blowing heat into each other

An old man with a newspaper 

With thick rimmed glasses

Laboured breaths, light as a feather

A winter morning, chilly,  brutal

Huddled around the stall,

Strangers brought together by tea.

The woman,the dog

The beggar, the lovers

Oh what a rich tapestry!

Oh what a rich tapestry!

-Piyu

Perhaps Somewhere

Perhaps somewhere in an alternate universe, 

There is a mellow sunrise

And an idyllic tree with a grassy mat

With a stream flowing beside

Perhaps sometime under that tree

You sit with your eyes half closed

Your body resting on angled arms

Lips moving to songs you chose

Perhaps somehow, the songs you sing

Travel from your lips to mine

Strumming a quiver through my heart

Warming the mellow sunshine

Perhaps something stirs inside

Humming buzzing through our eyes

I nestle even closer in your heart

And breathe in your sleepy sighs

Perhaps somewhere in an alternate universe,

There really is an idyllic tree

Under which we twine together 

You promise me you, and I promise you me. 

-Piyu