A tale of three balloons

Tiny hands grasping a thin, wrapped up memory

Unwritten words whispering to a turquoise childhood.

Squared stairways, lonely tables

Breaking habits, rolling tongues

Grins bridging hill stations and valleys

A glowing filament entombed in shapely glass

Green billboards in a directionless maze

Clicks for a canvas, alphabet on gravel

Colours on glass, half-baked words in neon

Diaries for dreams, footsteps slithering up walls

Fishy somethings, kids playing truant at work

Headlights snaking through a canopied darkness

Starry shapes by a fog-kissed lake

Russian farewells, Spanish boxes

A bubbly red heart peeping out from behind a dark wall

Blind ends and brown bags, envelopes with names

Passengers in a collective dream.

Silence painted into a rocky hillock,

floating silhouettes scribbling shapes on a perfect moon,

blue hearts escaping into the endlessness of memory.

[2:13 am | 31st January, 2010]