i am,
a seething, simmering carcass
with my wares not yet stale
the mind, the limbs
the blood and the entrails
a seething, simmering carcass
with my wares not yet stale
the mind, the limbs
the blood and the entrails
they,
stumble down near me
making ill use of their wings
they crawl, they drool, they wait, they wait
begging nourishment for their beings
i give them what i’ve
i keep their desires alive
a fallen feather is all i crave
for my soul to take flight
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Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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