and the streets of freon, came
a shock of wind, crashing
against endless apartments
against the concrete
and in the midst of its movement
the lake came in view
as the open eye
which like an angry god
was watching everything.
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre... -
The steam from the black coffee rose in a jagged, translucent swirl, a ghost of heat against the sharpening chill of the Dehradun morning. I...