I hear a quiet shout,
screeching under my eyes-
How long do I float, anonymously?
to declare is what I want-
space and time
stars and grass,
look at my one hand,
the one that stares you-
curvatures of my body= lotus.
Lotus that spews water from its body again and again.
Call it life. Give it a name-
Air, will you be a space to my existence?
Water- will you sing songs to my graveyard?
Fire, burn along. Do not resist anything further.
This day inhales "me" in the most blasphemous way.
I do it through a circular band on forehead.
I soak everything like a sponge.
Watering lilies and eating oatmeal.
Please be mine- You, the ferocious 'eye'.
Apply a cold balm all through my body- know my persistence of time
and know what I mean.
To read my book-
Crimson Skins- India
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