Saturday, July 24, 2010

Marziya and Me

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blood related
a sons gift
to me
through
her eyes
i re learn
the art
of photography
i unlearn
as a juggler
a conjurer
words that
my mind holds
in captivity
for the sake
of the birth
of a poem
let words free
rhythmic
resonating
reflectively
words
come
when they
have
to come
words
are in
no hurry
reviving
resurrecting
the right moment
a moment our soul
in the corridors of our
mind had buried

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