Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Vaibhav's 2

1. Digging up dead habits

as I buried
one of my dead selves

he came to me and said
“of all who come to bury, you alone I like.”

My joy unbound
I asked him why

“the reason” said he
“some come weeping
some go weeping
you alone I’ve never seen cry.”

Walking down the hall
This evening,
I saw a girl sitting
On the tiled steps

At the entrance
Sitting between two men,

Pale, she looked on one side,

On the other, she was blushing.

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