Kushal’s poem dwells with raw, haunting love that blooms amid urban decay and fleeting lights in this evocative modern poem of stolen kisses, for Different Truths.
The lovers of the lane
smell the dogs' piss between
their stolen kisses.
The edifices float away
far and ahead with their
hundreds of lights.
The dance of darkness
celebrates the end of a festival.
Kisses go on.
Illustration by the poet





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