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Beginnings

Poetry stained on napkin
wine seeping through
Once I think I had said
wine keeps you sober
It's life that you are on.
Little did I know then,
it's the napkin that soaks it all.

Did you know,
Wine leaves marks and markers behind.
Blood washes out.

Staring at the tube-light and the million gazes
through the strains of the cobwebs
I wonder
Why do they bother with so much
when no one sees them?

Yesterday in my head
around my head
I dreamt of you
Pink, pale, yellow and yelling

It was the ink I suppose which spilled over and
pennies dropped soundlessly into the bottomless sea
seamless.
Counting them with the stars
and the tube light gaze
asking.

Who is it that stays here?

24-Oct-2004

More By  :  Tripta Chandola

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