Cast these sudden clouds away

and you will see moonlight still blossoms here. 

Mayurakshi, there’s a distant flood in you and I am the forgotten cabin on your bank. 

Silent waterbodies in summer afternoons…

still in me. 

Creations negates collision of two tides,

for it will make a soundless growl over blue sheets. 

Come and once again merge with me, 

come and let me hold your falling breasts, 

get me through the prosecution. 

I will always be ready for a chair of twenty thousands volts of electricity 

if you can lick me in true madness; for one more time.

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