Tuesday 18 February 2014

Pink throats

Some late evenings
When I sleep by my thoughts 
The noisy
The enthralling 
The one with symphonies
I watch them inhabiting and pulling Khair Un Nissa
And women of romances 
On Quiet beds 
In beliefs of wars and violence 
The pearls unstring and possesses the floor
Thoughts bob
Thoughts fall 
And thoughts roll
I keep remembering the darkness, the moonlight 
And the pearls that retained the wilful shimmer 
Of brilliant listening 
Empathising  with pink throats

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