Sunday 28 August 2011

Calcutta...



Like a kiss
that has run away from a lip
and has sat on a lip like a word;
Like a drop of water
dripped from nail
Heart is beating!

into Metro's swamp;
of trapped breath
sweat- raining !

heart beating!
Patiently from the pillow
i pick up your hair--

her to her in bosom
moment’s cuddle;
Behind the window me

Beating
runs fast..!
The butcher is waiting--













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