I have seen a desolate river flowing in voices and memories always at sunset when stones sizzle cold and a hope in the tar, sticks to the feet
I have loved you always in a night when the city surged up in the sky tatters of a fort covered our shame We slept through the twinkles of a fading sea of Gwalior and heritage...
Shadows of disgruntled courtiers and Maratha minions caught up in a sudden tide of yet another age
We clung to naught and nukes kisses and hushed promises till yet another day unfastened us again...
