"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, December 31, 2015

BANGKOK SUN

Red splashed sun sparks harshly
In that last hour,
As if days were doomed
To dusk forever;
But it’s just a gesture
Of a jester,
Fooling us,
Jocular, and clever.
Then, by morning,
It’s there again so bold
That my eyes can’t scan it
As daylight stirs,
Smudged across
Those murky smears of smog,
Staining, streaking the horizon
With its blurs.
Then, for much of the day,
It hides and seeks,
Playing a game with shadows
And pale light,
It spurns and burns away
The bashful clouds
That must be gone
Before tropical night
Falls to quench
The cranky sky of sunset,
And yet heat lingers
So we can’t forget.


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