Time isn't the same river
I am crossing
I ain't the same person I was
And yet rituals
repeat themselves
like the rotating prayer wheels
kissing Mcleodganj breeze
with shaking hands
and fluttering heart
a soul holds onto life
that looks like coffee
words, noise, smiles
to drown the ache
of an old scar love left
the waterproof Kajal
won't smudge for sure?
the tip of the index finger
pressed at the tip of the eye
she looks at a past
mourning a future !
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