26 years later

18th June’09

Tipsy movements and a steady hand

Writes introspection of a jumbled mind

Not so jumbled, a li’l suave.

Knows the destination, has lost the way.

In the moment, get weird pangs.

Skies the limit, loves the smell of ground.

Has wings, lost the realization somehow.

Loves thy god, is unsure about self.

Lost somewhere…

She sits under a white square with a three armed rotating metal hanging down the middle, slightly elevated by a wooden structure, which humans call bed and wonders. Is this where she, a female of the human form of Indian origin is destined to be where she is, exactly?

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