Shaleen Rakesh

When I called out to the forest it only sent back a hollow sound and some sleep Incoherence with the next day's sun there was green green everywhere and I thought of you only you The green was a sign that you're near you are coming that I am awake.

Highways that grow into the city's grand design are a living symbol of enterprise and ambition presentations, meetings structure, plans emails, jpeg images make the highway But it's also something else it takes shape with the man who handles the concrete fixes the pillars piles out the dust that man is inside and the highway still remembers his face.

The sky threw me a kite flaming red with no apparent claimant It will be a long time before I'm finished with this kite which refuses to tell me anything.

He is a friend who keeps calling keeps you in sight offers you comfort and tells you stories of a time when your body loosens up he summons you in the morning makes you move he keeps an eye on you.