solitudes & songs

Cities sleep Cities wake Stumbling, struggling, running past For years have come And years have gone Histories engraved on every brick The trees they watch and giggle at them the people, what are they running for? The children, what are they dreaming of? Dreams, breathless and alluring Seemingly near And yet so far The skies, they have seen through the aeons Its children hustling for who knows what? With bated breath, as one awaits, I sit and wonder, Whose side to take..?

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Each day, a new awakening.

Monday morning blues. Nothing like a cup of coffee to combat them.

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the not so quaint weekday mornings on and around harish park.

solitudes & songs

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Each day, a new awakening.

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