through the grills of the closed gate
this is all you've let me see
So far you've let me be
I'm tiring though
perhaps I'll sit down and nap a bit
and waken to the sound
of the gate opening
( Rusty gates creak, don't they?)
28.020.2011, Goa
One by one the chapters are ending
with the finality of doors banging
why do i shut off the tears
that stem from deep reserves?
it would be better t have them burst out like a volcano
and bury the memories in the ashes of dreams
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