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*Spent of pretense, for one who left a bit too early perhaps- It was 3 am while I walked the ghats like crows in the morning light- devoid of colours pretense and profundity, burnt of questions, of myself and me Where I end, Ganga begins.. all night you mull on the texture, finesse and existence that is God where morning greets you the ashes are old only faith is new. God greets you in his stench pure and full of bacteria. -From Where Even The Present Is Ancient: Benaras
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 10:10:46 +0000

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