Craning your neck and straining your eyes You wait for dawn. The interval of leaves On every branch of your home side tree Is permeated By streaks of sun fire. They blind you. A deafening silence yearns to merge into the tranquil commotion of the day ahead. The strings of sitar cuddle up in sleep making room for wheels to stage the show. Soiled legs and sordid hands exchange an embrace. You stir up smoke while shaking hands. ...
Sleep patted on my back the other day. I smiled. Sleep was surprised to find me so calm. My smile shifted to one corner of my lips. It disturbed Him. I looked starkly at His eyes. This time, Sleep progressed one flight towards maturity. Sleep had an unfortunate choice of accepting failure. Death's offspring was defeated hands down. A gust of wind flapped the concealing veil of the black cloak. The wrinkles around His eyes and lips were prominent. That gave me one more reason to smile. His wrinkled face felt protected once again, As the veil smoothly came down on His face. Foams of soft waves kissed our feet. The red crabs were our only company on the lonely sea-shore.
Mystery unfolds in an oyster.... A devastated pearl lay inside motionless. Reincarnated waves splash against the beach. But the pearl remains unflinching.
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