Friday, November 11, 2016

|| practitioner ||

My eyes contain your pictures
they are your album within me
the voice of love echoes and plays
like a new raga
their songs unwavering
like a practitioner

In my heart
beat your heartbeats
My breath constant
in the practice of love

Like the sculptor of Khajuraho
I created a living sculpture of love
you unveiled it, in my eyes

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