Somewhere between Mysooru and Bengaluru...


The bus moves as though
it's piercing through darkness and the gushing wind
and the sky has lost it, oh!
it has finally let it all go
a gashing wound
a strangled sob finally released
a sob so fierce
so painful...
and I smile, nodding
I tell the melting clouds I understand
nothing said
nothing heard
yet...
the heaven's bosom now seems relieved
sighing
breathing
emptying itself...
and me
somewhere between mysore and bangalore

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Sourabha Rao
Sourabha Rao is a contributing writer at Inspiration Unlimited eMagazine

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