Ojibwe asabikeshiinh

Where are you then?

When the darkness falls,
When the silence prevails,
When the air freezes,
when the stir stops,
When the cricket chirps,
when the life sleeps,
when the bed warms,
when the limbs break,
When the nerves ache,
When the sense fails,
When the eyelids droop,
When the eyeballs squeeze,
when the eyes close,
WHERE ARE YOU THEN?

Picked this poetry online from Qaisar Janjua... @Thx Qaisar!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Up and down

I saw myself in a big building with lots of staircases, corridors and people. Not too crowded since the building was huge, but still many of them. I was going down and going up the stairs. Then suddenly I was sitting in front of a huge desk with P to my left. B came over there and was talking to P about something (can't recollect what).

P.S. spending too much time in office I guess.
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