These excursions of the soul
cold and fiery
burning
and clawing
at all these seismic and plastic membranes
{where the water gathers and sinks}

Where does the water spring my love ?
This lush November afternoon
settles on my wispy bones
Leaves upon leaves
careless and unsettled

This lush November afternoon
sits
upon my throb
petal upon petal
Where does the water spring my love ?
If not Here
If not here

Picture and words : Aakriti Kuntal

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