(for the one with) Angel Eyes – Bombay, September 2001

“… (Orlando) I see. You are here as a casualty of love.”

There is an aching in the gut
Where they say instinct is a hermit.
Pulled inside outside in, for you.

I am turning mad, I say.
Just soothe me. I can help.
I will even give you the words:

Don’t you worry.
I will love you till the end of time.
Closed and opened, my eyes and ears.

The rustle of our lip motioned loveword
That inaudible priceless blessing
At the end.

For this I had waited.
For, I believed you spoke it to me
It was belief turned myth.

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