Thursday, May 03, 2007


Many years ago I
Made a deal with sleep
We would walk on different ways
Like the two sides of a railway track
Like the driver of a night bus
I was awake even after the entire world
Was asleep
I was night watchman for the world
--- Jagte raho
Days were not days then. And nights
Were not nights
And I was just a dot in the vast space
I had no length and breathe, past and
Only an inextinguishable preset
Where I stood
Fighting with sleep

Everything was perfect
Till you came along

Then you arrived
Now I cry for sleep
Now I cry for sleep

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