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Tar parts from gravel
gravel from dirt
under the soles of sneakers on my feet
quietly
glancing melancholic smile
imparting solitude on to me
All has parted one by one
naturally
ever
parting had mingled with existence
years back
Once
tar parted from gravel
gravel from dirt
under the soles of sneakers on my feet
under the soles of sneakers on your feet
quietly
glancing simpering smile
bestowing
solitude on to us
blush on to your cheeks
Dirt road gently gave way
to serpentine trail
through forest
winding around trees
Autumn breeze brushes my cheeks
kindles fancy
dream assumes form
every day
You quietly sneak out of embrace of zephyr
slyly sneak beside me
walk beside me
glance a coy smile
There it is
the tree patch
ground covered with brightly colored leaves
red, yellow and shades in between
a foot deep
We still perch together
slide down together
inadvertently
naturally
exchange warm breaths together
whisper meaningless nothings
together
Moist tongues still frolic
bodies still perspire
you still whisper
“she is peeking”
“who?”
“heron
in sycamore tree”
I still look behind me
notice fall breeze cajoling
with brightly colored leaves
red, yellow and shades in between
whispering sensuous tales
of gandharvas, yakshas, kinnaras
of spirits in amorous embrace
whispering meaningless nothings
Leaves still hold the fingers of breeze
float
still slide down
on to us in amorous embrace
whispering meaningless nothings
I still spot heron spying
nestled in brightly colored leaves
red, yellow and shades in between
in sycamore tree
glancing a smirking smile
and I whisper yet again
“she’ll be our witness”
your amorous glance still caresses
tweaks sweetly
Then
you hold the fingers of autumn zephyr
and float away
behind the patch of sycamore trees
glancing a teasing smile
I look behind me yet again
and notice
autumn breeze gently caressing
brightly colored leaves
red, yellow and shades in between
whispering sympathetically
tales of spirits parted
Brightly colored leaves
red, yellow and shades in between
hold the fingers of moist zephyr
float
slide down
deposit moisture on to my heart
whispering nothing
Parting mingles with existence
little by little
day by day
And yes
I spot melancholic smile
of heron
in sycamore tree
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