Bullet Proof

Bullet Proof

January 1, 2014 Off By Maharnab Hazarika

For once

I tried to open and peep

Out of high windows

Long it has been

Since it brought warmth.

The bird flies

The girl in winter clothes

Smoke and frost

Heartbeats, faster and wiser

Allegory, is it?

The radio laughs. Radio?


Cynical requirement.

The girl smiles at me

The jingle jangle of loose bells

Flakes eiderdown, on soft hair

Sounds, voices I should have

Captured in little jars with wound up keys

There is an insanity around

Lovelier things

And love.

Claustrophobic, the madness and haze,

AlI I see is only

The mellow sunset between their heads

In the photograph hanging clean.

And still.

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