Akhil Srivastava

My universe in my arms, the stars shining so bright. Someone is reciting our story up in heaven tonight.

The moon, clouds, songs and rains. They’re all bestowing favours today. Perhaps our season of love is finally here.

Well yesterday, you were alone and I heard all your silence. Alas! We could only be together that night.

You’re the only culture, the only tradition, the only myth I can close my eyes and believe in, forever.