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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Whirlwind Moment


Steaming coffee
A conversation or two.
The laid back laugh,
That reminds me of you.

And then when I look up,
The ceiling's gone away
Them stars and the moonlight
To a new rhythm they sway.

I laugh so loudly,
I make them stop and stare.
While they frown, unamused
I could barely even care.

But when I look up again,
It's the ceiling, all white.
Then I dream of the abstract
Because I don't like what's in sight.

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i like i like ! -aditi mehra

Riddhi said...

Haha. Thanks aditi :)