Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Why is it ?

Why is it
that all around you
a strange silence breathes?
Of the leaf falling,
Of sparrows chirping
on a summer noon
The shade of a mango tree
heavy with sleep
The net of light
through a ventilator
near the ceiling
in a darkened room.

Why is it
that when I am with you
sunsets of impossible years
slip their frames
and seep on to the sky outside

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