Saturday, September 5, 2009


I am beginning
to forget
the taste of your lips
the salt of your skin
your face of blissful anguish

I am beginning
to forget
the tarmac of your roads,
the sweet of your rains,
the moon of your clear skies

I am beginning
to run
from the grip of your embrace,
from your heady thunder,
from your patriots,
and your numerous lovers

I am beginning
to chase you
from the altar I built,
from the idols I installed,
from the tulsi of my courtyard

I am beginning
to pray for another chain.. ©

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