chaiNboli

The universe is a seven second loop. The sky is wearing a dirty orange dress,  with its hands hidden somewhere,  So the birds are frantically running  around it ,to have a hug. Coughing up flowers , an old lover sings, in a slur only broken hearts  can understand. The honking car befriends this ghazal, sticking notes to its underbelly,  in hope of seeing one night stand. A half beast drags it's black wings  along the foggy curves of earth,  trying to find a miracle  that will give a meaning to its life. It wears a shirt two sizes bigger   so that the voices inside its head  can have a breathing space. Slowly it will turn into a poet or a girl. Sometimes, both are the same.  A spring hides under torn fish net,  with a thread long enough to send the messages of caterpillars to butterflies, begging them to be in therapy. A young tiger makes his first kill,  with a war cry soft as a feather and a rabbit opens its eyes to ...