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the day we wore galaxies, the sun rained upon us
golden-glowing
bodieswovearoundus, dancing reds, blues, greens, yellows
flashes of white gleamed near the stained mouths as clouds
swirled, trees, swirled, the water from the lake rose up and crashed down, the
buildings danced
we sat under a dribbling sky, drinking laughter, drinking youth drinking infamy
and judgement
the world crumbled and sprinkled itself on a bunch of dizzy heads
heavy hazes hovered around, settled down treacling around the stairs rolling thick
dolloping one by
one by
one
as
we lay and stared at the sun-drunk campus, now roaring
now empty, now sending sparkles of love passing through each and each
tips glowed and voices
laughed, squirrels scrambled up
buildings
and you told me “she’s gone”
and you turned to me and said, “we are alive”
and you and you and I, we sang and laughed under the unholy sky
“this is the moment, drowned in colours, drowned in song,
drowned in friendship
we live”
echoing
echoing
aloud
a commune
of lost causes, happier than could be
wearing pretty pretty galaxies
to string up in the bokehs of once-upon-a-sepia-suns
burra na mano, holi
hain
ART
This poem was written by yours truly for The Doodle Project, the third collaborative enterprise presented on C’est la vie. The art was created by the wonderful Mehek.
