Sunday, October 16, 2011

nothing else happened-

and then
the sun rose
unheard,
unsung,
surreptiously
as if the night
had consented itself
of its crime

and I was left with
a strand of your hair
and your smell on me

and the sun stayed
as if nothing else happened.

1 comment:

Divenita said...

Nice one Raj. Good to see a short write. I liked it