Love the idea of "bastille in her purse" great line. And the rest of the imagery was a little surprising, in a good way, like images from a dream that estrange yet enlighten.
you're a beautiful soul. your light shines through your poetry. the imagery you express is so captivating, surely you're painting pictures in my mind...
brilliant... koi hasrat thi jo so gayi, koi masrat thi jo kho gayi... khwaabon ke silsile to the, bas taabeerein thi jo kho gayi... ur d best sahar... undoubtedly...
There's something about tiny: can be large tiny, mid-size tiny or, plain tiny tiny .. but always there are touches of majesty or imagination or both held in a strong shrug of self. And, that dark eyed girl wears it all with flair and of course, that essential trio of necessities .. love, life, happiness.
Living always brings you holes, it is true. But then unconcernedness is even truer thinking of the number that today the living dead amount to. Then love and life and happiness, where from meaningfulness they stand if they mean anything or stand anywhere at all? This is an illness that doesn't really look one in the eyes, I think.
The Hanging Man
By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.
I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.
The nights snapped out of the sight like a lizard's eyelid:
The wor.. more..