Who told you
These Hills don't sing
They sing in pebbles, my kind of fables
of being loved and used and thrown.....
the clouds to the hills
Somewhere in Imphal
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
My Office
It is thom yorke singing in my office and my fab india cup listening to it while my netbook facebooks and the pencil waiting for the first line of a poem while the mouse felt the silent cold of the air conditioned room
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