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A reason.
19th march 2012:
Was my friend’s birthday
We had conversations,disturbing
I came back pretty badly drunk
Had a hangover worst,
Made me wipe out my poems
At the same time
Gap-ly,
she and me shared hitting words
I couldn’t convey the
Reason,she wasn’t for my leaving here
I wanted her words.
Found hanging & repairing hers
If I could rush directly to her,
But I couldn’t,
rather replayed the carcassed silence
in half-corners!
what made you come to Delhi?(if at all that was you)
(i respect that)
and your face, a poor hybrid
Of angst.
Now..
I’m living in me.
Was my friend’s birthday
We had conversations,disturbing
I came back pretty badly drunk
Had a hangover worst,
Made me wipe out my poems
At the same time
Gap-ly,
she and me shared hitting words
I couldn’t convey the
Reason,she wasn’t for my leaving here
I wanted her words.
Found hanging & repairing hers
If I could rush directly to her,
But I couldn’t,
rather replayed the carcassed silence
in half-corners!
what made you come to Delhi?(if at all that was you)
(i respect that)
and your face, a poor hybrid
Of angst.
Now..
I’m living in me.
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