Monday, April 5, 2010


Do not leave
traces like these-

fading morose
brown sun
on rough paper
of discoloured white
spilled spots
a certain wintry day
of thick brown tea

The warm scent
of your head
imprinted forever
on my yellowed pillow

The night
of jaundiced
blue moon
your scorching tongue
seeking my blanket mouth
to douse the flames
left a nick
on my lips ©

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