Sunday, 17 July 2011


And I saw myself being swept away
In the swirling muddied waters
While I sat in the safety of
A wet high branch of a banyan tree
And I laughed at my sense of false security
While I enjoyed my tea on my third floor balcony
On a wet dreary monsoon evening.
Then I snapped back to reality
And I rolled back into one whole self
I, Me and Myself.