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saat phere.

Updated: Jul 4, 2024

holy bondage

Ā 

I.

late night rendezvous,

two lovers, illicit love,

defying the light, pursuance in the shadows,

a love in the dark growing even darker

as the thumping gaits of reality and time edge near.






II.

a young man, passionate eyes of liquid gold,

his heart paces like the white horse,

saat phere, phoolon ki baarish,

poori karti rajkumari uski gehri khwaaish.






III.


rainy dreams and vows around the holy fire,

her saccharine love, sweet poison,

cherubic demeanour and a twinkling face,

she hovers over his bed every nightm

the lingering scent of mogra attar, a gleaming halo over her head.






IV.

as her intoxicating stare puts him in a trance,

a trance where two lumps of imperfection,

weld so well into perfection,

these sighs and beads of sweat,

as he unveils her forms under the deep crimson lehenga of mystery,

unveiling the mystery of love.






V.

he tastes the poison of her avenue

her constant yearning for his attention,

somehow, he struggles to bring back the same spirits,

the spark his past lover ignited,

only to extinguish the flames.





VI.

the nights bind him,

movements of red glow, enticing silhouettes waltz behind the purdah,

the fire in her fluidity, the shape of a man's desire

yet he wished dearly for it to go,

the cloudy presence lurking through the veils around his bedpost,

her honeydew diving into his restless soul

and stirring up angst into the amalgam of affection, a sorrowful affection indeed.



VII.

yet his scarf tied too tight to her pallu,

raining flowers and rice of joy,

seem like thundering bullets,

just when they reach the advent of the satva phera,

the pandit's mellifluous mantras mellow down,

as he breaks off and bolts away,

his horse galloping far away,

far away into the embrace of isolation.



VIII.

the sun beams bright,

he wakes, once again, upon an opulent bed,

the light dancing in different hues

passing through the tinted glass windows,

a break from the red and black

though they scavenged him and took him back,

at last, he finds himself once again.







Ā 

A playlist which matches the vibe, perhaps






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