nisheedhi

Inner space
2010-04-21 04:13:09 (UTC)

A girl arrives


The long shadows are past ,but the short ones remain.

The sun strikes you on the rim of your head and instead of
making a halo around your head sketches your short body on the
brown earth in black acrylic color.

The afternoon crows sit lazily on the dead tree's branches and
cry out an occasional caw reminding us of the coming of our
guests.

Guests in these burning times when the sky pours out hot
sunshine on the leafless branches? The crows continue to
announce the arrival of guests with gusto,their bodies heaving
rhythmically on the branch.

But where are the guests? The afternoon brought the news of
the arrival of a hot girl in my cousin's home.

She is hot because she was born this morning when the sun was
burning fiercely .

But guests are guests .




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