I met you at the bus stop for three minutes, but tomorrow you
Long time no see
I saw Sindhupare being stabbed like a knife - without direction -
One body like Bahanna Tirtha, inside the air
I see you in a dream tomorrow, Nira, in a medicinal dream
Blue in bad times.
When did you go to the South Seas, with whom? You
Are you back today
The sea of dreams is what is terrible, waveless, wordless, as it were
Will commit suicide after three days, away like a lost ring
Your horizon, two thighs sinking like a gambler's partner,
But you were alone, you were alone in a nightmare.
I will not sleep for a year, dreaming and sweating
It feels like a big fool to wipe in the morning
Rather forgetfulness is better, covered in clothing
Shameless as a naked body, I am
One year I will not sleep, one year I will wake up dreamless
On your O-body journey like Bahanna Tirtha
I will be virtuous.
Your smiling face by the bus window, ‘Let’s go today,
Come home! '
All the sounds drowned out by the screams of the sun.
‘Wait a minute’, or ‘Let’s go to the library field’, inside the chest
Someone said this, I remember
Suddenly I jumped at the sight of the watch, the road, the bus, the tram, the rickshaw, the people
Crossed like a somersault, like an orangutan, running on all fours
Arrived at the office elevator door.
Three minutes at the bus stop, but you have been dreaming for a long time.
Djboy (suddenly for Nira)
Photo: Photography
