The theme of godfather is playing somewhere and my mind once again tries to open a long shuttered window on pall bearer of shadows and sadness of a sun dimmed by an incongruous sky
Its here in a Gwalior palace moments entwined with moss and lichen kept their eyelids open for a stray summer ray or a fragrance unforgotten from a wisp of your night breast on that night
Its here in a Gwalior palace beasts of wind beat the stonewalls in frantic passions trying since long to unveil your hair and a tangled evening heavy with another days feeling
Its here in a Gwalior palace I had once held your hand and asked you of dawn and destiny of the heart caught in silk of bare-thread talk
Since then I have changed my name so many times I have treaded many an evenings at different times I have forgotten the dusk many a times I have recalled a night so many times and I have slept in your smile many a times.