Wednesday, June 13, 2012

This day that year…

This day that year…
They brought the beautiful man dead
Dead as dead can be
He didn’t flinch as they shaved his beard
Didn’t wipe the torrential tears
That poured
Still pour
Each time the foot dashes a stone
For no hands remove the stone
Heal the bleeding heart
That cries, bellows, cringes
At the beautiful man shaped
Hollowness deep within

Destination Sikkim - Till we meet again

On the third day, we went to the Sikkim Himalayan Zoo. It was day of little rain and much mist. The walk into the zoo was surreal because o...