Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Insomniac

He let
Cigarette stubs litter
Like petals from a withered flower.

Comrades in his surrender,
Waiting for sleep
To come and claim him.

4 comments:

Priyanca Vaishnav said...

BRILLIANT.

Parth said...

Thank you much :)

Priyanca Vaishnav said...

http://bombaychuddies.blogspot.in/2010/09/ash-tuesday.html

:-| uncanny

Parth said...

Major "mental" connection :)