Friday, December 21, 2012


Against the thick blankness
pictures, portraits, laurels
i removed all from my wall.
Strings of my veena turned sober,
my mind turned numb
There hangs a destiny
which i want to slice
in many tiny fragments..

When i opened my eyes

December offered me a tear drop 
which  submerged in the ocean
 of my origin

ike a rain drop...    

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