My first (amateurish) attempt at poetry with images, a graphic-poem if you like (like the term 'graphic novel'). The poetry itself is an old poem, already posted once.
(Published In Kindle Magazine on MARCH 11, 2015) Nineties. India. We were late at the party. By the time we arrived, most of the big guys had either left office or were waiting for the cab back home. Kutty, Shankar and Vijayan were gone. Neelabh, Ninan, Suraiya and Tailang were the fresher lot, they would persist a little while longer. But by and large, all we could see were silhouettes, back profiles, and distant faces blurring away in the torrential influx of a whole different set of images – Television serials, animation movies, video games.
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