Saturday, July 25, 2015


When overcome with emotion and fear
Don’t make me listen, I don’t want to hear
Of vows and promises and what we owe
And all those oats we did not sow

It is what is it is,

And other trite phrases

People love to say.
To say naina jab se mile’

A familiar friend, a rainy drive

Was all I needed to feel alive
In that moment, when tears weren’t as sad

As rueful and honest, cathartic and glad

The arousal of passion from the weak and the rent
From bodies broken, and senses bent

My sight, my ears, what more is left to lend
A four year road trip - a beginning and an end.


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