not so broken umbrella

the rain 

the river wandle

it almost flowed
wholly horizontal

the sound of jazz

the lonely path

the green green green

the puddle that almost seemed
like a /mirage/

the pink flowers touching the water
shrouded in fog
life, it grows ever-shorter
for the two umbrella's, not so broken

broken urdu: the words that went unspoken

kya kehna chahti ho?

...remember that time it started to pour...

remember that old storm

I was with you then
 you were feeling so forlorn

and then another came along
and she was feeling the same
but now all that remains

is the smell/ from the bread factory

-kind of trippy-
/all these discarded memories/