Wednesday, November 30, 2011

It is never winter

One evening is not enough
to forget you
and the colours in your wings

You sing around
my enticing hummingbird

Unfailingly
the more I grow cautious
of the winter that has frosted
my hairs

You talk about next spring
the hues that would burst out
around us

Haven't I asked you to leave
to go to some land unknown
and make it your own

Yet your moves so deceptive

Bring to mind a silvery night
near the beehive caves of Ajanta

When I
when we
were much much younger

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