Monday, November 16, 2009


The maker maketh the mind.
The mind imagined the heart.
The heart imagined love.
The loved is out of the scenario.
The loved loves something else.
Longing precedes a hazey, dreamy day.
The mind is wired to dream life.
The wires pierce the larynx.
Smoke chokes up the cough.
The cough is inhaled deep into the mind.
The day will dream up a mind,
Which has an imagination less obsessive.
And the day does,
Fill the envelope meant for a card,
With a sheet of notes, innocuous.
And the silence after the whistles and passes,
With, an arrogant, sometimes hazey ignore.
It's a gluttons world,
In desi heaven.
In other moods,
In a damned jungle.

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