Month: January 2021

winter mynahs chasing the rogue butterfly

night’s tranquility running from sleep

in cupped palms the darkness gathers

curious shadow crawling the river ghat

spilled salt

pale winds

playing cool

crumpled bedsheets we trace the curves

dawn gentle on infant eyes waking

the city grim rolls over and screams fumes

open air peeing the city reeks of death

the erratic whispers in the house of old gods