How do I embrace this city which I love?
In the mornings of quietude
I quietly dismember
because my heart breaks
seeing it's beauty.
I cannot comprehend my life
without it's lights,
it's early mornings of love-making
with my senses,
nor it's insistence not to be
without me.
I see it's inky night
reflecting my despairing soul,
and know how desperately
we both need to get lost
in this space
and never to be found.
But we both belong to others
more than to each other,
and we know our space in this world
to be merely an illusion,
to teach us
how to leave each other
even whilst in love.
(Started in Bombay, finished in Goa)
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