The dust swept over the harvested field putting it to a dull sleep
And withdrew with the wind into a scraggly bush.
I was very happy as a child –
Far away from this baking Sun.
In the evenings, I used to swing on the hanging bunyan roots
Till dusk perched coolly on my shoulders.
of the plateau-evening.
I remember how in the evenings
we wore the rain all the way home from school,
Mouth and eyes gaping open, running against the striking rainthreads,
My vision always smarted till late night in monsoons.
The dead-snake road winds ahead,
Beyond the sparsely leaved trees.
It felt good to fall in love back at my place.
I remember how she fluttered and then shut her eyes
as our faces started to blur in an intense proximity.
It’s dusk in the head.
I listen to the dizzy procession of waves
In a sea that I haven’t seen now for years.
I wasn’t looking till the rain smuggled back in its entirety
All the ghosts to my hostel walls, in spreading water-blotches.
I sleep with naked nightmares
Breeding in miraculous fuss
That crawl up to my windows,
Tap, sigh and wait for a reply.
I am tired.
Oh, to think
The silliest illusion
Is the hardest to lose.