Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Holi

They say the love god was burnt to ashes
As such desire lost his body 
and then came to haunt ours 
The air will be strewn with 
Colours of spring 
Where Aparna found love 
that Rati lost to fury
In that deep crevice of time,
Powdered vermillion lays out 
Blood red paths of the unseen
They say, from ashes rises desire, each day
They say, nymphs seduce hopes, each day
And somewhere in a distant dream
I play holi with you dressed in white 

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