środa, 7 maja 2014

and what really binds us

is this furry bundle on the duvet

as long as it keeps breathing

our world will keep upto the notion 

it's all but brevet

and will end up void-sniffing

...or snuffing

and if the world starts turning

backwards forwards in a fortnight

and matter will become will

will it matter?

as long as the downy link


 and with every hair falling off
this fur, the duvet shrinks

the room promises hesitantly

the credits ofthe 3D film projection

smothering leniently

the flat surface of creation

what will we two do

when the fur is down

with the last bark

will our watch fizzle out

and scattered embers of attachment

will vanish in a grass never mown?


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