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freeflows

Poetry

IDOLS

November 10, 2018

Nitin

I once had a dream that I met my idols

The green light was on their faces

Clearer as daylight, I saw them

Kafka stranded aloof along with his father and the giant vermin on the shore

I felt Kafkaesque surrounding us all

Far away saw Hemingway rowing the boat calling me an old man who is still unsure

Dostoevsky lined up to get shot, smilingly told me, you’re an honest thief one day you will get caught

Eyes. Those damn eyes!

November 3, 2018

Nitin

What do you see? – she whispers in his ears

He takes a deep breath and blows away the dust mustered across the bolted window. Keeping his crossed arms on it, he overlooks the ocean of habitation. Among the hustle bustle and the lazy Saturday afternoon commotion, he hesitates to answer.

Have you seen those eyes? – he whispers back

She unwraps the cigarette pack and lights one up

What do you mean? – she says gently in a nonchalant way

Eyes!

Have you seen it?