Thursday, April 24, 2014

Bombay Blues

Our arms weren’t strong enough; we ripped the roof with our hearts. The road was dark but dreams had lit our way. There wasn’t space enough but we made space in our hopes. We brunt like stars at the end of this world. Packed a bag with everything we needed and left the rest behind. We caught the blue bus, boarded the train to hell, elevator to heaven, somewhere in an ocean of skin, somewhere in the sky of sin…. wandered the city like lost dust particles in a storm. Gasping for air and sanity we looked at the sea. 

The sea looked like the sky. 

Sometimes you look like me!

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