(a cutout) The grey cat stirs upon the ledge, The bay is thick with flecks of white— Swift rays across the falling wall below, The floor before my bed is bright. From crumbling walls white-headed crows take flight. And half out of sleep I watch your sleeping face: Grateful for the resin-scented night. I get up and go out in a solitary daze… Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
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I am fine.just busy pretending to be busy. Even pretensions cost so much time and effort.
I am leaving for Dehradun on 20th.
How are you?
Thank you.
bhai
I am good. How long will you be there? Have fun.
This line in your haiku grabs me like a chokehold "smells like death."
Nicely done
i hoped it would be
rash
welcome. thank you :)
gel
long time since i've seen you here. welcome back. a powerful image deserves powerful words. hopefully i've managed to compliment the pic.
I'll definitely be back!
andrew >> i'll be right over :)
janice >> welcome and thanks :)