Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Because I miss it tonight

Between shut eyes I see you,
Hinged like a waking dream,
Between shut eyes I lose you
Like a fairy tale that could have been
With an open mind I know you
Finally, and not too soon,
Your caprice that soothes me
Your whim that sometimes wounds
If you float somewhere down memory
If you ever come my way
If my shut eyes stay shackled,
Bombay, will you stay?

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