Posted by Ajay Gupta on Wednesday May 17, @08:27AM
Inspired by one misty morning in the Western Ghats which some fortunate ones out of us get to experience when driving on the Ahmedabad-Mumbai highway. Unfortunately, this is not a travelogue.
all thru the black night you haunt with every flowing gust of wind you bring the smell of your hair so fresh and your mischievous smile stares at me in the moonlight or maybe i imagine coz you are not to be seen suddenly only a hollow feeling a vaccuum like happiness- no longer there sucked out it starts to rain outside or is it my misty eyes that create an illusion of the streetlight breaking thru into seven colors - gay and bright the blackhole in my head becomes larger i sleep my dreams become you i reach out to touch your hand, as white as snow which melts into drops on my cheeks which i wipe as i wake up for another day
What stayed with you?
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