Sandcastle

Wait for me In the morning dew, Wait for me Under the noon sun. Wait when I’ve sung The last song of eventide, Wait when the rain Bids us hide. Wait when winter Like mourning sighs, Wait when spring teeters Into summer bright. Wait for me, lover, Wait for me to fall again; Wait for…

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Vows

I never got the chance to make my own wedding vows. In our Hindu custom of marriage, the wedding vows are always dictated by the Priest himself and most of them are pretty one-sided (*rolls eyes*). So this poem is what my wedding vows would have been like. If ever we begin this Tryst with destiny,…

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