Tuesday, July 23, 2013

At Quarter to three...

At quarter to three
There was no one
Barring you and me...
And the afternoon
Like a room
Filled like monsoon
Held in glasses two...
One red
And the other
White...
Both overflowing...
As if
At quarter to three
Just you and me
Were raising a toast...

And
By red
As one was drunk
In white
Other sank...

At quarter to three...
Outside a room monsoony,
The sky bloomed
To be
All blue...

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