Pre-summer

100 W

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to mirror you

without meaning to

glint

silver pencils,

cracked shavings

stacked lightening,

cravings

screenaque

for saurabh, my guitarboy.

lazy evenings and a bottle of strings

kites

super-high, rattling the breeze
holding it in his fist
shaking it to bits.
the wind is right.
he opens his hand.
lets out the animal
on a leash it dances
as far as it can
straining against the pull.
the wind picks up
eager in its game
to tease.
glass string pops.
the wind dies.

half moon

One day we'll have to erase each other from our lives. It won't be so painful once it's done, just sad and confusedly incomplete. But then we'll meet again and again, erased and renewed lives, like a huge bowl of mashed up memories.

right

panic airlines

the beepers go off.
"wait! WAIT!! don't jump out just yet!"
waaaaoooooon.waaaoooooon.
*flashflashflash*
fumbled with hands, hands in pockets,
pockets that keep handshakes safe.
"fire! WATER!"
where? why?
heavens laugh in rolling thunder. the ocean doesn't.
wings keep me off the flying ground,
ground, on which i have to make sense.
tick..tick..tick.tick.tick.tickticktick....
bhooof.

the beepers go off.