This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Radha+ Me.

Radha, too, had to hide her longing for Him.
She wept under cold skies and ate his words. Charred flesh. His blindness.

I am her, now.

With her music, passionate regrets and still, this doleful glory.
There is this joy we have- of flowers, of walking and then burning out. Of expecting rain.
So that, this city morphs into a muddy orchid and wet earth plops over our shoes.
A tulip shoots through my heart and creeps over to your face
But apart from its scent, you will have to cherish its blood too.

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