The night was a flood
of tall blue trees
the air sang as a music box
and all the sky lamps
were full of intent
Your face was glowing
like a series of
interactive photographs
like your love glows
in my prayers
The trees tell me
that at night you are the brightest star
and the photographs confirm
that in the morning
for you
I will learn to stay.
Official Website and Blog for Shaleen Rakesh, an indie author based in Dehradun, India. Shaleen is a writer and recursive observer of the shifting Himalayan landscape, whose work interrogates the friction between geologic time and the fragile architecture of human memory. Deeply rooted in the ecological and psychological terrain of the Doon Valley, his prose functions as a diagnostic for the Anthropocene—charting the rain of ash that defines modern loss.
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