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Burning wood

Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s

In her palace

She’s in her palace; her head resting on its beautiful marbled floor. She sighs at the way it cools her cheek on such a hot summer’s day. Breeze comes through the large windows and balconies that surround this grand architecture. They tease her wavy hair strands, which in turn tease her face. She’s listless and

Vishnu sleeps

Vishnu sleeps Amid an ocean of glistening gems His chest heaves up and down, slowly Like the waves. The waters are gentle and warm And they tease his skin sometimes Making him smile at their playfulness. Vishnu sleeps, above a bundle of anxious nerves He sleeps sheltered underneath the umbrella of a cobra head There’s

Naina ❣️

Naina is the sweetest of names, it means eyes and it recollects days of carelessness, innocence, cuteness  

My blissful chaos

Wow I miss it so much; life in the east where the sun rises and you’re always drunk on love. A place filled with holy gods and goddesses watching you from every street corner as you pass by with a helpless smile, eyes closed and head tilted towards the sky. High on dust and dirt.