Sneak

When was the last time
the tinge of rain-soaked earth
mingled with your breath
and you didn’t know which was which?

When a glimpse of the spiraling road
sneaked in through the tunnel of the night,
held you by the forefinger,
and led you through the first crack of dawn?

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2 comments on “Sneak

  1. Susan says:

    I really love the way you write… I can actually picture every word as I read it…
    And the last and only time I actually experienced, what you describe in the poem above was in Shillong in April 2010…
    Thanks for taking me back to the memories of the time I spent there… 🙂

  2. Hey Susan, thanks for the appreciation 🙂
    I will be heading to the northeast in March. Hope to have an experience like you did.

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