I breathe disorder In this place Governed by you. I pray for utter disarray Hailed by every tongue In every mouth. I foresee anarchy That defies every order Every arrangement. Something in me Stares fixedly Ravaging The sequence of the stars. When the storm besets I will finally unlax In the time lag And wait... Continue Reading →

Blind Pace

  You say 'walk' And I will. I'll hear cars, bikes Buzzing, honking. I seek a name For that Which makes me Take each step Without a peek. A sole thought, Dancing in the bustle.

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