right hand pointing


  Rohith Sundararaman

The Picture


I was throwing away junk
when I found a picture of you
taken under the midnight sky.
We can see a single star above
you but the moment doesn't show
how the clouds had rolled in
like a galloping herd of wild buffaloes
and swept away the splintered horizon.
All it shows is you wrapped
in a blanket of dark and a trace
of the universe glinting
from your lips.




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