the light streaks
on my window
bamboo leaves brush
like manicured fingers
across its glass face
i feel so still
even in the midst of the
morning rush
that my senses pick up
but do not assimilate
simply looking at each new sensation
with some careless curiosity
then putting it away
as nothing
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
21.06.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
the light streaks
on my window
bamboo leaves brush
like manicured fingers
across its glass face
i feel so still
even in the midst of the
morning rush
that my senses pick up
but do not assimilate
simply looking at each new sensation
with some careless curiosity
then putting it away
as nothing
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
21.06.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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