krishna stains me black
I look one night and there we are.
He is me and I am him
Stained together in black.
Stars twinkle
in the wild darkness
That is us.

That black is us.
Entwined together,
Running parallel
He and I
Seeking colours
We play with many hues
He and I
Our words stumble yellow
Blush pink, burn red
glow purple, and dissolve
In an endless ocean as blue.

In the white frothy expanse of the galaxy, he is I and I am him.
And we are stained black.
Void and complete – an entire universe.

About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.
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1 Response to Stain

  1. Ch4 says:

    Glorious. Where has your collection of poems to Krishna disappeared? En route to publishing I hope.


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