Thursday, November 10, 2005


As you said, if Death is a woman, let us assume that it is this...

and we still need to walk the sixty-three and a half stairs to reach her then...

on the balcony that awaits many other things like this Death!

2 comments:

Siddharth said...

She teaches intimately
and almost always
you reach her

unveils a new color

on hilltops
when the clouds cover a story
she whispers

deaths I marry in future
are black in smell

uglygirl said...

death death death!!!!!
can you not think of anything else? like SEX for instance.
give me some black-backed woman, love.