Walking and walking

Walking and walking---
You and I are walking and walking,
walking along the just getting dried up
Soil from the recent rains,
See a parrot sitting and pecking
On the rosy buttons of the mackintosh
hung on the water dripping branches,

I am Penelope weaving and unweaving in
Mind’s eye many tales of injustice
distraught and mystified,
The Jupiter in you wondering at the
Universal laws guarding us, we the believing,
Most of us misreading, soon to be in mishap,

The young girl picking up the
Gooseberry, chuckles, for her gooseberry
is the only matter,
I hear London’s Big Ben chiming,
Poetry takes as many rounds on
The wheels of London Eye,


We float in the dream,
The halo of Madonna
and the Buddha under the tree,
encircles and glimmers,
you and I are walking and walking,
you and I are walking and walking.