You make me wanderlust
I don't want to stay anymore, there are
Too many little islands I've made.
I send out little paperboats
Every time I feel unsettled, I set asail
A wobbling, fearful, mute thing.
They talk behind my back
Inch by quiet inch the delirious glitter of
My lies washes upon the shore.
I don't want to stay anymore, there are
Too many little islands I've made.
I send out little paperboats
Every time I feel unsettled, I set asail
A wobbling, fearful, mute thing.
They talk behind my back
Inch by quiet inch the delirious glitter of
My lies washes upon the shore.
This is lovely.
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ReplyDeleteHow did you come here, Zeba?
Beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kamayani. Dilli mein kya haal? How is JNU?
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