Saturday, 10 May 2008


Blue signboards
With white letterheads
Stare into the morning sky.
Shops of hourless, timeless exhaustive food
And fermented apple juice
Flows through the parched throat.
Time is waiting
For a time to move
And tired ecstatic pleasures
In todays and yesterdays
That flow by-
Summertime musings.

(Written while travelling to Vandavasi with Rashmi, before the bus journey while we hogged at the station on the third of May.)

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