Wednesday, November 14, 2012

11/14/12

The Storm
By TRS


He came to me when I had left myself.
Confident, reassured, obese and with a protrusion on his head.
He saw through me and saw me through
Like a captain steering ship in a relentless

Dangerous storm.
He brought me light, without my leaving the cave.
Atlantis.
But what about this world?
Without him I don’t know which is real.


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I am an India based documentary filmmaker who has recently taken to poetry.

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