Foggy touch

He comes near me like a foggy morning

The chill which he brings with him

calms and scares me

want to hold on for a minute more, if not more

but he has already left

leaving me behind

to think about him every second of the day

-Siji

Picture : Kodaikanal , Tamil Nadu, India

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Too busy to see clouds today!

Couldn’t have said it better than this excerpt:

How small and neat and comically serious the other men looked, with their grey-flecked crew cuts and their button-down collars and their brisk little hurrying feet! There were endless desperate swarms of them, hurrying through the station and the streets, and an hour from now they would all be still. The waiting mid-town office buildings would swallow them up and contain them, so that to stand in one tower looking out across the canyon to another would be to inspect a great silent insectarium displaying hundreds of tiny pink men in white shirts, forever shifting papers and frowning into telephones, acting out their passionate little dumb show under the supreme indifference of the rolling spring clouds.” ~Richard Yates( excerpt from Revolutionary Road)