Apocalyptus 1 written by Debasish Parashar at Spillwords.com

Apocalyptus 1

Apocalyptus 1

written by: Debasish Parashar



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
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

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