Day And Night

yellow afternoon 

whiteness of the walls whiter 

windows bare curtains drawn

floral prints falling in drapes

two pigeons on the sill

heads tucked 

...dozing....

whirring of fans 

from the other room

soft

a few

spells

to live tor

on the other side

must have been 

quiet too

stealthy

starry 

still

night

to die for....?

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I Leave A Note

some days are heavy 

staring at the ceiling 

hours stop 

how blank a wall can be

monotony of a whirring fan

let me lend a story

of angst and agony 

of a breached contract

by staying alive

enduring

why?

is there anything left to do?

apart from the rut 

meaningless

they say your sufferings are 

attached to the body

the soul is free of pain

you are the soul

the brahman

i breathe in deep

i wish to feel the soul 

none

is it dead? 

the body whines

listen to me...heal me 

i give in

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