Saturday, October 8, 2011

Ajee,

when we came home
after leaving you
on the pyre in Pashupati
i tried hard
to find a name for the feeling

it seemed impossible- temporary

we always feel that way
when we lose
what we love

always

i shut myself
in the shower
to shed what tears remained
while the water
ran between my toes
like rivulets
washing you off me

i stepped out

my hair was smoked
the smell of you
-
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