Wednesday, January 25, 2012

And a poem of mine was put up on Muse India's website :)

From my rectangle box window panel
which the aircraft instructed me to keep open,
draped in diaphanous white muslin fog,
the world beneath resembles
a topographic sheet.
As we descend and ascent through the clouds
resembling  chunks of snow
floating in the icy blue sky,
beneath, blue curves around green swathes,
mounts brown and then the sudden crescents,
like a model you made
and painted in school cutting
out thermacol sheets
and crayoning in copper blues and mustard yellows .
But somewhere among the silvery dots,
the clusters, the cities,
I have left my everything
in a flat fading away like a freckle
where my love resides.

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