The Vashi Window

Inside a joint, if there were a million eyes:

"Sometimes I think it runs more than twenty-four hours, Where my eyes - two of them are fixed, on the simple computer of mine.

'But, it is pleasant, more than ever, to sit by a barricaded window. This looks out to not more than wheels.'

'In this bright yellow hue, I might never recognize the form of this written piece. But, I have realized that I am very much at home."

: all this and more would go into the oblivion far far away, with a drag and a gulp of coffee. Written on 03.01.2009.