Into the pit you permeate

Fill me with refracted light

A snickering cynic's path

Evened watered fertilized

To bear shrubs of hope

Shrubs that turn into weeds

Swallow precious spaces

Guffaw, mock

What I find is not the solitude I seek

Shovelling for my cove

In your shoulder -

A haloed moment of truth

Hovers, teases

And you flow into me

As sure as the river into the sea

I seem to have been wishing for novelty very earnestly for very long. So it's raining happenings. Leaving Bangalore, Changing job, Moving into a city vomitting people (and I HATE crowds, did you know?), Will be living by myself - in a city where i know 2 people.

Yes, better keep those sympathies coming.