The yellow season of new leaves
all time past, sunk in monsoon waters
salty tears of your eyes
your smell clings to me all day long
blue bubbles of bygone memories
your teeth-bites burn on my chest
the gossip of hugging tummies
phone ring kicks against the walls
my room smells like a stranger to me
dreams run like screen-savers of thought
you tasted like an Indian curry
TV channels zip in pale monotony
all collapses in a single moment
of feeling one with the land of five rivers
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