Just four or five months
If only you bear with my unsightliness
...
The last dropp of sleep
Slurped by the wily night
I flew kites against
The erratic insomniac air
...
in that lonesome longing
in the solitude of longing
i recall the way we nestled
into each other on that night
...
where there's expectation
there's disappointment
where there's disappointment
there's pain
...
And then
There comes a day
when one passes the other
as one among the crowd
...
All the trappings dropped
Some pretensions still clinging
I stand
At the crossroads
...
in my desperation to catch a dream
i assumed wings to catch that
eluding dream...
everywhere my vision is blurred by
...
this i've noticed of late
that my self is weary
trying to tune itself
to hear those
...