The thirsty crow seeks blood,
He has two mugs – saffron and green
He wears white – he separates them, and pecks at each leisurely – the trio flutters together
they think he’s on their side, both of em – “such fools” he smirks
The thirsty crow, he seeks blood..
Piyush Kaushal
It’s a moonlit night
The stars sewn in a necklace
Yawning with their mouth open
Spilling the lights around
I spread my arms on the chair
Wanting to hug the warm night
The darkness of sky that I inhale
Lights up a corner of my soul
Somewhere, down there
there’s a mystifying silence
That echoes like ripples in the water
And spreads like the shadow of my dreams
The moon is blank, yet full of visions
I pick each vision and untie the knot
They look familiar, as if always were a part of me
There are some I wrap, to cherish later
My eyes pull the curtain,
And my nerves are smoothened
I see a moonlit night
The stars sewn in a necklace
