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Wandering Night


Sticky wall.

Dusty fan creaking to life.

Blowing hot air.

Windy breeze seeping through the holes.

Insect crawling on the thatched muddy wall.

Eyes furtively hovering on the roof.

Tired eyes.

Sleep distracted by the sound of fire crackers.

Morons hell-bent to wake up the whole world.

Imagination.

Over thinking.

Sleep gone for a toss.

Stench of cheap booze wafts through.

A lone drunkard wandering at the beach,

not faraway from the humble abode.

Wandering night.

Stillness of thoughts.

Love

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Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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