My dreams the migratory birds
flying across the full moon
absolute silence is their hearts
The full moon shines
in a silent little pond
Death is a mere ripple
Little white butterfly
visit some other flower today
mine wants to sleep in my leaves
They will catch me
if they decode my fingerprints
on your mind
Recession hit God
starts a BPO in Bihar
He is outsourcing work these days
Shakespeare on the Thames
sighs secretly with the fog
he misses the Avon
a homeless dark cloud
begging near the temple
what shall I drop in his bowl?
The aged moon
totters on the stick
thinking of his pension
a sparrow
snug in her nest
dreaming of jack-the-ripper
(from my twitter account)
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