Come,
let us go back
to the shore temple
befouled by the dust of time
where doves bequeath their feathers

Reposing upon the hump
of the excavated mythical bulls[1]
that egress silence
in the moonlit horizon
enticing us to kiss
as the breeze swirl our tress
we could share
the un-kissed kisses of the past

From your benighted lips,
like the waves that splash
Upon the mossy rocks
let the tempest rise
bursting the obstructs
of our languishing separation




[1] Nandi (Nandi is the bull which Lord Siva rides and the gate keeper of Siva and Goddess Parvati in Hindu mythology