blasts phantoms

of the night


shades of

yester year.


Travelling to

travelling from;


sky so blue

it hurts my eyes.


We are strangers,

once so close


close as love birds,

story tells that one


dies without

the other




that’s not true.


I’m here,


to palm music


while you succumb

beneath ordinary





is not

on our side


& all the clichés

in- between


gather force

to haunt me.


Travelling to

travelling from


we are

nothing but,



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