Sunday, September 26, 2010
time
if time were to take a
a pregnant pause...
has anything changed...
or is change an illusion?
upstairs downstairs
Upstairs downstairs is a short story by Sadat Hasan Manto.
Am writing a script based on the same to direct the play for stage..
draft two....bleak
the tall window glasses
of the otherwise
posh and clean hotel
gave a pale and bleak look
all heads looked like
unknown black spots
a copy of some random thought
left undressed
the rain had left dust
on the window panes
the dust remained
like an ineffable
residue of your memory
of the otherwise
posh and clean hotel
gave a pale and bleak look
all heads looked like
unknown black spots
a copy of some random thought
left undressed
the rain had left dust
on the window panes
the dust remained
like an ineffable
residue of your memory
Friday, September 24, 2010
bleak
· the tall glasses of the otherwise posh and clean
hotel
gave a pale and bleak look
gave a pale and bleak look
all heads looked like
a copy of
some random thought
a copy of
some random thought
left undressed
unknown black spots
the rain had left dust on the glasses…
pale and bleak
the dust remained
making the glass look
dirty and beautiful
some things take a lifetime to get cleaned…
like your memory
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