Sipping chai at lonely stations
Sleeping with lights on in sickly cold railway compartments
Passing by the lights of the cities which have been home once
Wearing salt earrings to not forget what I have taken from the world
Fulfilling the promises made to random gods
Smiling at strangers kinder than you
Squinting and looking hard
Passing thunder and lightening on the way
Remembering the life I had prayed for
Living the life I have been given
The sand in my bra singing as I run...
3 comments:
Very well written. Really identified with the idea of "Passing by the lights of the cities which have been home once"
Rekindled memories of past. Beutifully versed Pearl.
Thanks Uddhav and Arin!its heartning to have people identify with the most wayword parts of ourselves!:)
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