SEVERANCE
The corpse-cold slice of moon
midnight drizzle patterning the earth
stars quiz like eyes in reverie on the lampless uphill path
where two waifs join hands
wandering like ghosts consumed with the rhymes of love
in that formless fear
the despair of severance was not mine alone
The lesson has to be learnt
between dusk and morning
when dewdrops form
SEASHORE
the earth stops shuddering
the prattle of wind and frogs and crickets resumes
a torrid inflated night
fetid with saltwater and palmtrees and fishingnets
an opaque miasma
where all directions dematerialize
and time is measured by counterfeit miles
Sleep couldn't be further away
GRANDMOTHER
When the evening star appears
and the oil-lamp is fed with ghee
my grandmother offers silver plates of betel leaves
and arecanut
to the white-tusked God
Wrapt in hypnotic spirals of rose incense
chanting esotericism
from a cloth-bound Bhagavad Gita
I can hear her thick golden bangles
jingling to the rhythm of the mantras
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