Sunday, May 16, 2010

The sea

"I looked aside quickly for fear my eyes would give away; one's eyes are always those of someone else, the mad and desperate dwarf crouched within. I knew what she meant. This was not supposed to have befallen her."

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Shahid Ali, Begum Akhtar

“You are gone.

Three words. And not one
of them
exists now in any

other context.”
-Henrik Norbrandt

It is a little past midnight.
From love,
Shahid wants only the beginning.

Snowflakes cry
At the touch of his hand.
Why has winter made a habit of stalking?