Moonlit Murmurs of the Metropolis – London
London at night is no longer in a rush. Not a hush really but you can find yourself hearing whispers through glowing windows, reflections in the river, and even the traffic breathes slower, steadier, revealing mysteries that are not possible to see in the day. One falls in love even with London at dusk when...
Waiting
Waiting (Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.) So many stories read Pages opened Words unfurled Through the day gone by As I walk back home slowly One night in London.
