ON LISTENING TO PINK FLOYD
I too have a dark side
I am like the moon
With a side that never lights up
Then there is the lighter me
Totally transparent
Naked without delusions
She looks through me
Like I was a sheet of glass
Her gaze slicing through proximity
As if there were a distant me
She scarps with the dark side
Dense like a dejected piece of lead
Tries to reach out to me
But I am not there behind the doors
Of my own making
I leave her struggling
On the edge of attachment
Pick up a piece of chalk
To draw my outline on the tired pavement
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Subhash Misra
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