Aash Ashitha Biography

So clandestinely does
the night sketch the night,
like the fingers of darkness
entwining those of the shadows
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one day
you turn a fisherman
and sail out to the sea.
you gather rubies and pearls
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The dusty door
Spreads her legs
And welcomes her inside.
The roots of thirst
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Blue is not the colour, nor is snowy- white or sun-licked grey.
I paint the sky with water.
The tear.
The colour of solitude brewing in the eyes of a half-dead widow
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