chhori's ears perk up at the sound of the bells. the pooja continues in the front porch. i am not a part of it. station ids, news flash, scroll updates- i'm more at home in this world of clicks. real people are at a distance. i'm burrowing within myself.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Ajee,
when we came home
after leaving you
on the pyre in Pashupati
i tried hard
to find a name for the feeling
it seemed impossible- temporary
we always feel that way
when we lose
what we love
always
i shut myself
in the shower
to shed what tears remained
while the water
ran between my toes
like rivulets
washing you off me
i stepped out
my hair was smoked
the smell of you
after leaving you
on the pyre in Pashupati
i tried hard
to find a name for the feeling
it seemed impossible- temporary
we always feel that way
when we lose
what we love
always
i shut myself
in the shower
to shed what tears remained
while the water
ran between my toes
like rivulets
washing you off me
i stepped out
my hair was smoked
the smell of you
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