The Sufi in Winter
"A frosted beard
a whiff of musk"
Ranjit Hoskote reading out from his latest volume of poetry, Vanishing Acts.
Hyderabad, India.
posted by Prat @ 5:42 AM
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a purple breeze
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into emptiness another dark, gray day. Dreams are the only memory of the plans have back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen. -Anonymous
Sunday, January 07, 2007
"A frosted beard
a whiff of musk"
Ranjit Hoskote reading out from his latest volume of poetry, Vanishing Acts.
Hyderabad, India.
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If we shadows have offended, Think but this and all is mended,- That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream. A midsummer night's dream Shakespeare
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2 Comments:
You took the pic? :)
How is the book?
You captured the pic well :)
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