Most of the artisitic minds in the planet are hidden behind factories, programmer's cubicles, management boardrooms, rickety offices. The turbulence here is that of an artist emerging out of a serenely settled engineer's life...
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Next to me
the endless honks frisk at the gate beep of the IN machine
to catch the first glimpse of your radiance before the late-coming sloths arrive.