the astrologer within has made a prediction.... this heart has about a billion beats left
so dance Kali dance fully dressed or naked
not in the amphitheaters of Rome but over my corpse in the ghats of Manikarnika where my cremated ashes will be dissolved in that same river you so heartlessly condemned me to
as you cut a rug in ecstasy with bloodied eyes, forget not that this body of mine was your theater my eyes, the showcase lights my in and outgoing breath the music of the orchestra, my heartbeat the tintinnabulation of your anklets
the candle of love that i lit and housed within me kept your id and ego in perfect balance
this candle is fast melting but it’s my tears which now run like a river that will remain forever
this show is closer to its end....
the sound that you now hear which fill the moribund skies emanate from the cosmic drum which beats louder and louder