Posted in Literature, Memoirs on Oct 16th, 2009 1 Comment »
There was a time in our lives
when we thought of the raincloud
as omen, spoiling the day
for us to play in the open.
The rain fills the street canals like rivers.
And if it has stopped, then hurriedly,
we rip pages from our notepads
to make us- paper boats.
We were so young then.
We are fond of races. We will race [...]
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Posted in Literature on Jul 19th, 2009 2 Comments »
To this semi-privacy. An epitaph reads,
“in this sanctum, a restless, herein lies,
its opaque remembrance failing to breath
devoid of oxygen, rousing to the grind
like a zombie of the worst kind”.
Against the ancient cracked walls, my fingers
will then, smear red letter stains of anguish.
The light bulb is my flickering moon
cocooned in cobwebs, I dread.
It went dead as [...]
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