still tinkering further wid sufism, after 'a secret'....
A feast..
intangible memories
of your smile
flays off my thoughts
that puerile curve
at the end
of your lips
has become an enemy
of my peaceful sleep.
was it the figment
of my wild imagination
or an evanescent
divine prognostication
i see you coming
coming to me.
waited for this moment
i always had
now here i lay my soul
on the teak table
waiting for you
to feast on..
abhinav
behind the mask....
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” - The Lizard King
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