Saturday, November 3, 2012

rain and a late night stop...

the street stretching its limbs
took a long tired yawn...

and the lone road side dhaba
woke up from slumber...torn...

late night rain
dripped insolent...

and stone shone
glistening like slippery plate...

the colored chairs
empty empty seats...

white and yellow light
a stationary car bare softly kissed...

an umbrella deflecting drops
of water towards me shared...

a sleepy dreamy night
so strange...so rare...


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