a pauṣa afternoon

a pauṣa afternoon




the south winds of pauṣa have returned.
all afternoon, tossing curtains
scattering fallen leaves and
carrying in the scent of roses from the balcony.

i sit by the door sewing potlis from an old sari,
saanjh's blowing bubbles
and just like that these sweet january days
trickle into our hearts.

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let my thoughts come to you
when I am gone
like the afterglow of sunset
at the margin of starry silence
- rabindranath tagore -