I know not how and when
but i will meet you again..
Perhaps,
in the curls of your hairs
or in the corner,
in that empty chair..
You still wear that shawl
When the winters crawl
May be I'll just rest on your shoulder
when the scarlet falls..
Or may be I'll rest on your lips
Like a story unstripped
Sure you'll hold onto it
not losing the grip..
I'll be on your fingers too
in the letters you type
and erasing them again
in those sleepless nights..
Lost few years
in the cheers and tears
Need a hand now to hold and steer..
Sitting by withering flames
If you still call me by nickname
Sure,
I'll meet you again..
- Tejpal,robin
By borrowed time
they have laid down the foundations
and
shaved his head for
silence
hand
in elbow stretch out
halogen oven
sterile gauze
dew on wool of unstripped sheep
light under switch
laughter
through head over toilet bowl make a step
and by blood of unwashed mother
help the sun find its rest
he lay down in the speed
vomiting
beyond the blank chairs pieces of soul live
you couldn't bear
I have tank
gasoline full
you are still not speaking
I'll buy you a glasses in china shop
look at me
forever yours
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