Friday, 11 September 2009

Memoirs of a Migratory Bird

Reading Thumbelina
and Alice,
mere Delphina’s Wonderlands !
The question asks for answers not to come in days,
Momentary truth no way soul meets my hallucinating most
aporiatic moments !
This time i die in poetry
Next, coffin will be your poetry
To die, to sleep
How sweet to die in your poetry
To die, to sleep
To die to sleep!
Reading The Ugly duckling,
The wolf and seven little kids,
Hansel and Gretel,
The small finger this night !
This night i m 5,
this night takes me to
that spectral castle of our birds kingdom
that roof touched me and i
running out, far from your crescendos, i
lost my notebook,
run, so your breath never
reach mine,
run so my eyes never meet yours,
run, lost my breath and needed rest, coz i
am a bird, who
in
that
castlenest,
got benumbed by your magic !

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