Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

morning

Posted on | February 9, 2009 | Comments Off

At seven in the morning,
At last, I decide to go out for tea,
Walking alone, in the chill,
Breathing in the morning, in small gulps.

Stray dogs, and early morning trash,
Keeps me company, in the long walk to the teastall,
And warm sunrays bathing me from inside a yellow haze,
Dirty,tepid tea, presented in a dirty, halfwashed glass,
Drunk with the acrid smoke of goldflakes,
Seven rupees worth of early morning freedom.

And the night, suddenly, seems worth it.

P.S. There has been some fuckup with the RSS feed with Feedburner moving to Google. It shows a 502 error which i hope will go away soon, meanwhile, you might not get feeds in your feed reader. You will also not be able to subscribe to the feed by clicking on the feedburner chicklet on the blog. On the brighter side, if you are viewing this site in firefox, the address bar icon works just fine for subscriptions, as do email subscriptions. Please bear with me.

Update: The feed service is restored. By clicking on the chicklet or in the browser, you can subscribe the feeds for RingsOfSmoke. That’s the good news. The bad news is that to get the feeds up and running again, i had to nuke my old feed. This should cause no problems once you subscribe to the feed, but it does mean that you have to subscribe to the feed again, to get updates. So…go ahead, click on the feedburner chicklet/icon/get the feed in email. Thanx.

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