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Aug 2012 Chennai From freshly showered wet, to uncontrollable mess, I need a hair tying thing From oh such a jolly morning, to what have I become, Where have I come, You keep staring at me Under the silk bandana above the red muffler Soft pink lips, glowing skin With that faint sad smile the lack of sparkle in your eyes Tired of me, still tied You keep staring at me Across the distance From West Coast USA to East Coast India Across the time Good to worse Then to now You keep staring at me And I can barely meet your eyes