I bite into a medu vada like a far thought

when a heart shaped balloon teases the sky

it bites back / the vada cyclops eyed

when bitten / the mark left behind is

a violent shape // if I raise my hand the

sky is smeared with chutney & sambhar

a very south indian midas' untouchability

the balloon / shed size / gained distance

soft in the skinny hours of love // I raise

my hand to touch the trace of its mooring

thread & the sky is smeared white & red

as clouds zero in & attack the heartbroken

blood dot with the ends of their thunders

it rains / & only as monsoons can / arouse

camphor even out of these traffic blighted

roads // with each drop the vada regenerates

in the gaps between my breaths / it breathes

~Ajay
23/6/2020