#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
Dedicated to Section 377 lawyers Menaka Guruswamyand Arundhati Katju, who came out as a couple.
Breathtaking you twoMenaka and Arundhatitiptoe on watercolorsinto your wonder, a homeside by side,youraltapainted feetleave prints, tattoosof belongingleft foot, right foot, left footright foot, same shapesame size and same sexan embryo unfettered, ofdesire, desire, desire,her hands in your hair,your haircome uncoiled, as desirebecomesuntold, untold desires ofyou and her, Her and youcome uncoiledbecome uncome,you break a ribfrom her sternum, attachto your chest, her moonshineto your broken skyshe steals an irisfrom the lake of your eyeswallows it, glisteningyou and her twistedinto a landmine, tickingwaiting to happenyour heart throbbinginto pupils of gypsieswho roam along afertile valley of whispersMenaka and Arundhatiyou, beHadrian and Antinousan overdue acknowledgementyou claimed
bolo – speakhumsafar – companionalta – red foot paint on brides. Auspicious, symbol of luck and fertility
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