Chavi khursi roshni kitab takiya

Between this dream
and this one,
the key to a
conversation falls
into the darkness
of empty rooms

of smoke blown into
the pages that we
read together,

pages that warned us
that loneliness grows slowly-

folded into a tune
learning silence
from a creeper at dusk

Come with me now,
to the mandi
of my thoughts
let us rush
through the crowded

hold my
hand as we
watch the city
of my insecurities

and the
lights go out

one by one

sleep trips us up
and pulls the
carpet out from
under our love


About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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