Sunday, November 25, 2007


Like the kohl of your eyes
I line myself up everyday,
When the rains come, I smudge.
Trickle down your cheeks, curving
Under the chin and lost by the time
I reach your neck; lost pearls sink
To the depths your forgettings offer, I drown.
Like the fire in your belly
I am doused everyday
By your endless craving for food.
The days you starve,
I stab your insides like knives
Of remembrance again
And again like the cities you live in,
I erupt in riots and survive
In flaming pyres, in crazed hearts.

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