Rushing to meet her lover for the era,
He of the blue throat dancing his mirthful destruction
But alone, at unknown bends, she crashes into blind terrains, unlit forests and unforgiving cities
I met you on her bank, a whole life time ago
Those crickets like gentle thrusts of anklets
Strummed season fingers on naked hormones
I spoke then of want, of need, of voids and valleys While your deep full river flood of a kiss
Crashed and tore, bent and danced on unlit
Corners of my soul; Where you and I,
Were born as a singularity;And then willfully
Flowed.
Until we meet yet again on the
Far shores of the ocean of dissolution,
The Ganga flows as though she were time
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