Saturday, July 9, 2011

no, Movement

Holes carve in your flesh, scything the topsoil in desperation.
It hits a stone.
Crumpled pieces topple upside-down.

Have a nice day, my friend.

Closing eyes
blink blink

Wonder, just wondering.

"Move out, son!"
Dawn sprawls out soon, the dusk closes in the night sooner

Justajoo ho to safar khatam kaha hota hai,
yoon to har mor pey manzil ka gumaan hota hai.

Aur kuch, kafar jenaab?



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