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* To the pomegranate fields * In the distance a mumbai local bellowed its rusty horn. A sufi song played incessantly behind me. And between the two characters that this night presented, a soft breeze kept ferrying like a catamaran on the calm waters above a rocky, reefy riverbed. The cacophony of city life swam up through the waters like fish seeking out prey. Farther away, beyond the iron snake, under the veil of a foggy night sky, she finally made appearance - Monsoon. I climbed onto the delicate boat in patient expectation. Beyond her white locks lay my field of pomegranates. I would meet her there, Rumi had whispered to my ghosts. Under that veil she could still outpour all the rains that ever came down on earth. The farther I got, the harder she pulled me closer. She made the waters rise. And she made the catamaran capsize. As the waters took me over, and the fish devoured on my flesh, I heard the music of my world fade out like one last lullaby. - S h a r a n
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 17:03:13 +0000

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