2.11.2011

Your ticket is no more valid

"L'amour est un oiseau rebelle."


Some sleepless nights 
 white, hollow and palpable 


I daydream of days 
beautiful merry-go-rounds

where the fidgeting sun
taunt, brute and groaning

never comes out.





And slowly a storm
silky, neon and blinding

 is opening a window
brittle, o-so yellow

in my heart
green and distend

from where one day you shall depart.

So, don't be
stirred, doe-eyed, alarmed or surprised

 if you find the sun
suddenly

gone

dark.






2 comments:

pratul said...

this is beautiful, Shraddha

pratul said...

this is beautiful, Shraddha