as I pulled the mask away
I stared at death itself
bursting into laughter
at the joke and folklore of living
I understood why one needed
jest a minute
to live minute by minute
in breaking
broken
pieces
I stared at death itself
bursting into laughter
at the joke and folklore of living
I understood why one needed
jest a minute
to live minute by minute
in breaking
broken
pieces
1 comment:
Bhai,
While the words are piercingly sharp, the mask is mutedly dull and yet with its squinting cowri eyes is penetrating through one's soul.
Love them both.
charu
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