Wednesday, 6 July 2011


I see the pillows,
I see the curtains,
And tried to sort out.
But in vain.
Nothing  makes  sense.
I see the change
And feel the pain.

I know I belong here,
Amidst the smoke and the mosquitoes.
But, I know I belong there also,
Standing on the road
Where the  cherry blossoms began to fall
Guided by the buzzing breeze.

                                                                  May 8, 2011.

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