June 17, 2002

so many times…

broken conversations

loud whispers

drunken ramblings

high-pitched, deep-throated

voices that nights carry

so many times.

voices that prick

the ear

before sleep

pulls shut the eye

voices that have no language

only volumes

night winds magnify

nerul, thane

bangalore, uxbridge

when sleep mixes

with travelling voices

by strangers

in the night

someone

tell me why

i always think

it’s the street below

my window at home

so many times.

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