Sunday, October 28, 2007

It is a walk across nowhere.
All that is in between is filled with song and madness.

Agha Shahid Ali pleads, “Mad heart be brave”…
What a sublime act of foolishness.

The day passes by in montage.
Dappled sunlight, furtive smile, strange loss.

Something’s being wrested, hard.
Something needs to be given up.

I say this again.
I can’t do this.

Either, I want my sorrow to be known
Or I don’t.

One seems vengeful.
The other inevitable.

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