Retrospective / hair

Retrospective

Saturday night was like watching Hazaaron Khwaishein… fast-forwarded by thirty years.

Rags and her college gang, strumming the guitar and singing:


And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be


So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?


The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better


And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell


The words leapt out at me. After a point, you just have to let people be.

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hair

my thoughts run
into my hair

they make it

frizzy
lank
soft
healthy
nourished
grey
blue
red
limp
dull
glossy
dry
brittle
oily
damp
feathery
thick
thin
scant
voluminous
fragrant
foul
bouncy
stern

and sometimes they just make them split.