Between us falls this plastic curtain
with tiny floral prints and glistening droplets
I see your lips moving through the interlay.
there is work, overdue debts, deja vu
there, on the riverbed, a thought came-
no words ,only an electrical presence.
nothing much has happened ,then and now
will you repay my fifty rupees to the barber
for the hair which once was, [...]
Archive for February, 2007
18 Feb
