Two Poems Churned Out

on Friday, February 23, 2007

A lonesome droplet
From an ancient heartbreak
From a kohl-lined eye
For in the heart of a warrior
Is a vulnerable child

Soul Mates
I loved you a hundred years ago
And a hundred years from now when I see you again
Once again I shall be in love.
It’s the same
Meeting of souls, after eons or moments
It doesn’t really matter.
Perhaps, this is what they mean by timelessness…