Apocalyptus 1
written by: Debasish Parashar
@MrDevParashar
in strange mornings
when rivers turn into roots of memory
and skies into an orange pool of taboo
I often think about
meeting you like strangers across rooftops
sundances
clouded by leaves of red spring
will not stop us
from sharing glances across rooftops
how strangely you drape my pashmina mornings
around your naked breasts
how strongly I feel
I know
my strangers across rooftops
in a Bhupali morning like this
we shall meet each other
like strangers
more intimate than lovers
Debasish Parashar is an art and culture enthusiast, singer, lyricist, multilingual poet based in New Delhi, India. He is an Assistant Professor of English literature at the University of Delhi. He is the Editor-in-Chief of Advaitam Speaks Literary journal. He hassung for 'In Search of God' and 'Raag'. His write-up on Majuli has been listed amongst top 100 online #worldheritagesites stories globally in May 2016 by Agilience Authority Index. His works have appeared in Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Scarlet Leaf Review, Enclave/Entropy, Praxis magazine, Expound, Indiana Voice Journal, Asian Signature, Five2One, Mused, Gazeta National (Albanian translations), Muse India, The Australia Times and elsewhere. Debasish's works are featured in three international anthologies namely 'Where Are You From ?' (English/Persian) (New York), 'Apple Fruits of an Old Oak' (U.S.A) and 'Dandelion in a Vase of Roses' (U.S.A).
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