Tuesday, April 24, 2007


The maze of people walked through me
I lay there, unmoved
Ugly urchins and prostitutes…
shared honours with city directors

Stained souls and clean faces
made see saw of a maze
Where distortion played
hide and seek

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Dead End

Dead End
The road to what was once my home in Kashmir....zuv chum bramaan ghare gachehae..