Yet heaven is only a dream for mortals
He remained pale across the flattened globe
Watching, waxing, waning and all through it
Carrying half-soaked messages of unborn lust
He was here last night too, empty handed
I let him in, full that he was in his lonely quest
We played holi with shades of each other's memories
And wove people, places, moments into Colours,
lost stories, togetherness and all of the world's senses
We burnt them all with the holika.
He is back up there again
Perhaps a shade brighter
If only for tonight
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