Monday, May 11, 2015

Blue

Vastness of space
Krishna's hue
Beatific smile on his face
They're all blue.
The poisonous potion
Down Shiva's throat
The nothingness of the Ocean
Upon which we float.
Sweaty palms, ink stains
Knots of ache
Melancholic strains
From a harmonium awake
Releasing a flood of memories
Carefully preserved in some
Forgotten corner of the mind.
Bittersweet nostalgia.


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Monday, May 11, 2015

Blue

Vastness of space
Krishna's hue
Beatific smile on his face
They're all blue.
The poisonous potion
Down Shiva's throat
The nothingness of the Ocean
Upon which we float.
Sweaty palms, ink stains
Knots of ache
Melancholic strains
From a harmonium awake
Releasing a flood of memories
Carefully preserved in some
Forgotten corner of the mind.
Bittersweet nostalgia.


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