My Desktop
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
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