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."
-Banville

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?