Madhup Mohta Biography

Monika
Rainbows are fantasies,
Of an anaemic sun.
If only our eyes were prisms
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With each snowfall and in each snowflake
As I bury memories annd try to invent hope
And seek to go beyond you and to return to my being
As threads of time and of thoughts and the tides
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Another leaf
I turn in the book of life
Another spring blossoms within me
Cascades
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Here this.
And hear this in this, in this, the moment of your impudent abondon
When you choose to ignore the calling of your head, and flow with your heart.
In this the fragile moment that you live to love me, in all the honesty of your being.
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If I am not you, I cease to be me
And if you do not remember me
Perhaps it is that you have ceased to be.
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