| Date: | 2004-08-07 13:41 |
| Subject: | Minivets |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | melancholy |
In the city on Minivets no one behaves openly. They all peer at one another from behind the curtains. As you walk down the street you are conscious of being watched; like lightning you turn your eyes, but all you see is a faint swish of a curtain back in place. All day, every day, they stand at the parlour window, beak and beady eye restlessly moving up and down the crack looking for something.
Perhaps if they went out and met one another they wouldn't have to wonder.
From - "The Birds of the Air: Parables of Loneliness and Unloneliness" by David Drake-Brockman
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Dil Dhoondta, Hai Phir Wohi, Fursat Ke Raat Din Baithe Rahen ,Tasavurey, Jaana Kiye Huey Dil Dhoondta, Hai Phir Wohi
Ya Jaadhon Ki Narm Dhoop Aur, Aangan Mein Letkar, Aankhon Se Kheench Kar Tere Aanchal Ke Saaye Ko, Aundhe Padhe Rahe Kabhi ,Karwat Liye Huey Dil Dhoondta Hai
Ya Barfili Sardiyon Mein, Kisi Bhi Pahad Par, Vaadi Mein Gunjti Hui, Khaamoshiyan Soone Aankhon Mein Bheege Bheege Se ,Lamhe Liye Huey Dil Dhoondta Hai
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