probably the last post on you.

i walked into the space.
expecting something

, and then ,

i walked out of it.
leaving everything

you were beautiful, sensual
in the evening splendour.
steal a glance and look at me!
things from here gets no better.

you may not have caught
what i wanted to say,
instead you already planned
on giving it away.

i was broken but laughed it off-
"c'mon boy, let go of it all!"
. . . that's why i leave you behind,
attempting to forget what i saw.

just remember why it was given
- the statement of my love
keep it close to your bosom
for tonight ends it all.

maybe it is easier for us this way- i voluntarily drop out of this game; you can have the joy of picking from a smaller basket of good fruits. i have resolved within me that when the farmer comes and picks the fallen fruit up and attempts to eat it, things will just not work out for both fruit and human. give it up- we ain't kidding ourselves anymore. i know where this will lead to and i'm certain of the future for me if you partake of me. we ain't kidding ourselves anymore. pick a fruit from the basket, i heard they have shone their best brillance to you so now take your pick. i wish you all the best in your future ahead.

PS: sdd photos are uploaded at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/63962536@N00/