Saturday, August 6, 2011

I%$&A@$(F&%D**L


I wake up, besides you
Bleary eyed, to the smell of distant freshness
Sunshine and drops of honey
Sticky, viscous
The hangover of happiness
Rain washed away the dirty smudges
Outside the eternal battle of cutlery
Hot, breakfast
Amma, can I have the cake and eat it too?
Mom said yes!!
Thunder and lightning
Change of scene
Oh no not again.
It’s a dream
And my heart touches the diaphragm.

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