Blueprints & Strangers

You walked into my blueprint she mused

Invited, yet unannounced

Now days are measured by sweet interludes

Of rambling conversations in gentle hues

Where the equinox was not forgotten; and the haiku was not left unsaid

As she shared reckless pixels of an intensity repossessed

And serendipity once forgotten flowed gently in her head.

Anu Biswas

Reviews

[quinfinn]

this is gorgeous. i can't point out a favorite line because they are all so damned good! i love that word, serendipity. it sounds so much more interesting than luck or fate. very nicely penned, dear Anu....

[Anu Biswas]

Thank you for your kind words Quin