Sometimes we are awakened,the sleep is not over,and the twilight zone where your slumber and wakefulness meet is the desert i am travelling in... in search of something..questions, answers, black, white, red, rain, wind, men, people, events, incidents, fire, copper,etc. an incessant search... flying high..in the sky.... i am crazy, eccentric, dreamy, incomplete, paradoxical, nonsensical, undefined, unanswered. everything that one should not be in a formal perfect world out there ...!
I saw the man on the bridge…
the airport…
the theatre....
the grand hotel….
The constructor of our modernity…
I noticed his flat stomach…
his muscular hands…
his beading forehead
and his acute eyes …..
My heart ached
My constructor could not construct his destiny…
I felt the weight of our modernity
On his hungry stomach....
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