Love

 And when I go back to the conversations we had, should I infer that I was harsh and biased?

Not yet, perhaps?

It was amidst those rainbow morning

I loved you.

The bear went out for honey-hunting

Like a flattened sad A minor chord

I drank the nectar

And the chocolate sauce dripping from my

Decadent lips

Like the summer amidst the Thar

And you

My breath

Harnessed all our visceral loneliness with the strike

Of your un-dictated vocal fret

It was summer

It was a summer eve in Khajjiar.

And evening crept in

As I stroke another dubious chord

23 February, 2019