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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

11 October, 2004

Someday, this tale of you and me
Will be banished from civilisation,
Exiled to the edges of determined silences.

It shall wind its way through the rain forests of repeated conversations
And stop at a random cottage where the smoke
Gives away the promise of home.

Up the tiles, it will scramble, careful lest the children awake
And sliding down the chimney
of a warm after-dinner coffee,
It will rush back.

And they will say –
‘Look! The face of love is black.’

Annie Zaidi
Read at Manisha’s, October 9th



Blogger Max Babi said...

Hey Annie,

This is unfair - I attended so many read-meets and you never read a poem and now when I miss one, your read out a treasure-tove of amazingly sensitive poems, as soft as lilac and as piercing as needlepoints.... to top it all, the realization that this may be your last appearance at BWC read-meets in Mumbai.

well, cheers : and light up Delhi


12 October, 2004 08:55  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Amazing piece of verse!

13 October, 2004 08:10  
Blogger manisha lakhe said...

because there are verses like lilac, i have never needed to eat ice cream...

13 October, 2004 18:01  
Blogger annie said...

thank you, thank you, thank you. aaah! i'm basking.

14 October, 2004 15:56  

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