It began with a drizzle
Pin pricks falling down hard
Tag / heart
RISHIKESH WRITINGS
On Meeting Her Again
Desire manifests
and the heart longs again
The Universe delivers
A sense of expectation develops
Memories from the Attic
I hold an empty envelope
Crying, Cleansing
Tears
Selene
She’s like the moon
Playing games with my heart
Heart of Gold
And so today, the rest of you takes on a hue similar to that of your heart and the radiance of your aura…
November Flower*
The chrysanthemums you grow so lovingly in your garden
They bear no thorns
Yeh ishq, haraamkhor! (Love, you bastard!)
Bahut ro liye hum ne aansoo
Poori na hui jo humaari aarzoo
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