My friend of thousand sunsets,
dark and crystal moons,
where have I lost you…
These gaping doors to oblivion
lets in a so cruel a draft..
Palms tinged yellow-orange
with red sandal, turmeric,
wine stained lips,

blue veined temples,
wet eyes brimming
with suppressed laughter
like broken bangles
falling on silk…
Where is the nymph
playing this jalatharanga?
Sooty granite walls,
torches long dead,
where did I lose you?