Sunday, April 22, 2012

Battles in Wind...

He came in the sharp cold and brought with him speed that uprooted trees
making each particle of miscellaneous matter dance in a spiral of togetherness
as if
some rakshasa was bellowing in deep sleep
and exhaling all negativity from the pit of his large stomach.

He shook each little soul standing in the market today including
clouds
below heaven
which succumbed to the unremorseful screaming of breath's fury
before being sqeezed of their contents.

In the AC's soundless breathing,
I woke up with my eyes wide open
and felt like a rakshasi
next to a snoring invisible rakshasa...

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