Sunday, January 2, 2011


time -
it slants, forks & loops
zigzags and suddenly straighten up
i try hard to keep the balance….

some say,
there is light at the end of the tunnel.
might be, my friend –
it’s just the faith in it
or the fate of it,
that makes me trudge all alone

the colourful wings of butterflies, spread
but glued on the wall.

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