Wrote this on my flight back to Bombay after my Phuket-Bangkok trip in June, 2011.
Just a passing wind of thoughts, like everything else outside the aircraft...
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Window Plane
The red light flashing on the wing
Doesn't mean a thing
When it's just me
The stars reflecting the city lights
Just don’t seem as bright
When it’s just me,
How solitary.
Not even turbulent weather
Can stir up a storm whenever
It’s just me,
Water trickling down clear glass,
The reflection of my only mask
When it’s just me
And I’m solitary.
Lightning wars in the clouds,
A witness to the heavenly shroud
And it’s just me.
But thoughts of you when I’m high,
My childish cravings in the sky
Fill the seat beside me
Though I’m still solitary.
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