Surath Giri


Pour And Puddles

When I am flying
In my castle of smoke
You pour on me
Avalanche of grace
When I am flowing
In my river of indulgence
You shower on me
Fragments of bliss
And yet you ask me
How I melted into puddles
and started dreaming mahogany dreams?
How I lost myself to the rubble
and started finding solitude in the spring?

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