Sunday, January 13, 2013

The sign of Him. Broken.

Today is one of those often days
when I smelled the nights we have been through,
directing it to the verses of


with tranquility in one self
to be around your fragrance
like I never inhaled you that strong
from my peaky nostrils and

Sweaty hands,

We Loved.

And not just caress . . It was more than the
fragments we have heard of love.
More in terms of every painting
Picasso has ever worked on
or Neruda's history of togetherness

We Did More. In Our Terms.

And now, I am waiting for you to
leave like you promised that you will
when you devote me your whole self.


© Latika Sareen

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