Yet I am going to sit here and wait for the serpentine night to unfold the courses of time.
It is a funny time when trees talk and mingle with each other in destined wind,
the sanity of sounds get over the understandable lines
and this utopia of bliss becomes real with existence.
Perhaps the ingenious tales of survival are true afterall…in a time when the serenity of nothingness feels a burden.
The brilliant ways a loner thinks or a bar stool hangs or a hooker curses or a rain comes after crimes or a person fades with the last act…
all these can be seen from here, where I am sitting.

I know for a fact that we all sit here,
we all see what is given in our celluloid.
I think we are all going to be here forever…the climax is done, the curtains are closed….
Now we only sit here in amalgamation inside a dark room with parallel chairs and faint sounds of smudges from outside.
As our satellites circle with a void of an aspiration.

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Photograph: Papyon Turkkan.