Photo: Inside the Bottle

No matter when

slough my skin,

it pours heavily

abrading my original sin.

Rain cascades

like a waterfall

from heaven,

alluding memories of

my sundered twin.

He died and lived,

redied relived

so many lives

for me, our dream.

His touch of nectar

I devoured,

eternal flame

became my being.

We’ve born again

by flare of love

to kindle it

in our earthly kin.

We’ll leave


the Blue roars

over the screech of

darkened din.


© 2015 Kavita G. Khanvilkar. All Rights Reserved.


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