Wednesday Blues & A Pair of Shoes

A Shoes Poem

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Megh

Sometimes we cannot feel self…we question self…

14th August

Janmastami sky blanketed; lights of city making it red The Park Street 42 color in tri-color glittering flouroscently ‘morrow is Independence Day, seventieth it will be. Serenity of calmness beckoning to write something blue. A day passed; a year subtracted from the forever promised. The thoughts are riding fast; Aix is far still it is…

Unwanted Poem

FIRST OF ALL THIS POEM WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO HAPPEN the whisper of stars muffled by clouds the breeze of early night is dry though slowly softly city humdrum slowing the tired breath of my week end soul yearning for the caress of calmness; to lie down immobile & comatose. I shut, after a fight…