Of Greed

Murmurs lost on silent leaves
on the stillness of the water..
Tears may start a ripple, 
and leaves may swim ashore.
but are souls now bare enough?
or does your lust seek more?

Winter sighs

The echoes of laughter 
of a moonlit storm 
drip into a puddle of silent rain..
a passage to reality shrinks, 
dreams trapped behind the window-pane.


A cold bears upon us, 
the numb hums a lullaby.


Its time for us to sleep.