is like feeling all your body fluids going dry, one feels old. dying, feels giddy & helpless, especially when one sees the river bed like this……..
& this is what is left in our river, may be it will last for another 12 days !!
but even our drinking water is going dry
and we still have 40 days to go, before the rains !
Its a question of survival !!
All round me are words & words & words
they grow on me like leaves, but they never
seem to stop their slow growing
but from within, i tell myself, words
are a nuisance, beware of them, they
can be so many things, a
chasm where running feet must pause. to
look a sea with paralyzing waves
a blast of burning air, or
a knife best willing to cut your best friend’s throat
words are a nuisance, but
they grow on me, like a leaves on a tree
they never seem to stop their coming
from a silence somewhere deep within