Sunday, August 31, 2008

Golden leaves descend as I walk on the streets of LA
I saw them green on the last street
Miranda brushed past me with a six-month old in her arms
A red smile ran across my lips. Miranda stopped to chat
"It was just yesterday,wasn't it, we were siting here on the aisle?"
The cry broke our moment, Miranda had to go, she turned to look at me waiting.
Swami lived here, right here, held me when I was drunk.
Iyer's gone, I don't know this place anymore.
Soon Andy swings by,"what are you shooting today?"
"In Bombay", I say. The mudras in my hands suggest the eye-piece.
There is no power anymore, somehow the government changed its rules.
It was just yesterday that we edited all day,the computers rest now.
Image has frozen on the screen,white noise gathers
students flock around me, "M'am the image suggests.." I can't hear.
What do they say? It was just yesterday that I used to hear.
Christina touches my face, "Your skin is dry", says she.
I had a different skin just yesterday. "Do we know each other?"I ask
"We did, yesterday", says she.

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