and this rose may not be there by the evening.

suddenly this civilized brain empties itself of all its contents. there is only uncontaminated aloneness in which living, loving and dying become one.

love has no continuity. it just is in the moment without allowing itself to be extended. it achieves its significance only through its birth and death in each moment.

loving forever
at a time

tonight she at 9.30

Vijay Prasad