blue
the color of her own intent
no more sedition's red
her hands of henna
a growing trace of bloom
bright tonight the silver beach
building for the sea
with cans of paint
countless rafts
between love dreamt and love lived.
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre... -
The steam from the black coffee rose in a jagged, translucent swirl, a ghost of heat against the sharpening chill of the Dehradun morning. I...