hairgrip on the floor

losing eyes in a hotel room,
for most of the time disconnected
getting blind by the day,
getting drunk by despair
a hairgrip, dropped beneath the bed by chance,
forgotten,
forlorn,
to be found out,
and to be worn forever.

losing faith everyday,
leaping over and over again,
over the rainbow on every chance
that the girl next door points out
on the bleak horizon, the darkest
darkest of the nights to be spend
alone,
in the losing eyes room
of the hotel
that the girl next door
dropped her hairgrip by chance.


(A very happy new year for all my readers, wherever and whomever they are. Hope 2008 would be a better year for us all)