questions spilling like bubbles of beer.
oh! why all these meandering?
brief occasions of instant acquaintances,
breaking barriers and cultural animosities.
my feet aches—
i am redeploying.
the ambiance of myriad streets,
of diverse colors and naughty life.
in these abrupt moments of solitary,
they need some noise to slaughter monotony.
he puts his doubts under the table.
someone has received.
energy suffices the day.
it’s a going and coming of concessions.
who knows?
i’m leaving again…
2012
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