An evocative poem by Dr Jyothsnaphanija on music and love – exclusively for Different Truths.
Thick plainness as a soda Ice like migraine Slowing down thoughts As a relief I find Fingers covered in sandalwood paste. Half of it is wiped away with water, tingling, Listening to kajri I think of scrubbing fingers harshness in your passionate writings on Pomegranate skin. yellow For an hour, twittering I splash water to wipe the thickness on the pupils. I open my eyes fully to read you. Then I find the kajri has ended. Glossary: Kajri: Indian semi-classical composition.
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