Penned By B D Narayankar
That night,
you came draped
in the night's shawl
after the evening had
emptied the sun's brimful pot
at the doorsteps of the ocean
The night kept melting
from your body
as your body was like a searing planet
A skyful fragrance was your voice
like the mud kneaded with milk and daylight
You were speaking
The lips kept chiseling
the pieces of moon
and I stood wondering ...
wondering at your presence ...
After a while,
holding the fingers of the moonlight
you left the scene
before the morning
with a pot
brimful of the sun
could emerge
in the distant expanse
somewhere
It was like a comet
hidden in the mystery of time,
you came from the cosmos
and returned to it!
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