Vatsala Radhakeesoon
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The sun-gloss
The rain-tears
The wind-whispers
The ground-metallic
reality
all nestle in
your guitar’s fountain-spring
Scars of heartbreaks
Mist of insomniac nights
Ephemeral euphoric unexplained
Burnt in the rivers of ups and downs
or toying the drown-float games
The battles go on
Yet, you smile
The songs flow, diffuse, echo
here, there, in the universe
for your soul-truth
for your life-fire, your true essence
for you being You
and me being Me
My Love!