Saturday, January 7, 2012


Street lights,
Sleepy from fighting the fog.

A road
That winds and winds,
Like a serpent,
Each stretch merging into the previous,
Becoming indistinct.

A strange writing on milestones,
That vanishes
Upon nearing.

Amongst these,
A gust of cold wind
That meets hot, coffee laden breath
And sends down a shiver.

©Rasagya Kabra, January 7, 2012

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