Chào các bạn! Vì nhiều lý do từ nay Truyen2U chính thức đổi tên là Truyen247.Pro. Mong các bạn tiếp tục ủng hộ truy cập tên miền mới này nhé! Mãi yêu... ♥

fragments


from there, to here, a feeling
of an open wound, a kiterope
scar kept away from anything
that would fit in, intersect -

cutting chai is not a thing here.
the panipuris are injustice, even
the buffalo averts eyes. but the
monsoon is falling into me, a spring
in my heart, to the pond where
angry birds dip, pink tigers sip -

a boy with a glittery trophy
is carried by men into a
biriyani palace, two girls
catch-catch with coriander -
pothole - monsoon - petrol-
like peacock train, wind-sold
one by one - extinction - a honda
unicorn threads through two
carts, one with cabbages & the
other with everything but -

the same attitudes
wear new butterflies
to meet me & say imagine
if the grass stiffened & dew
rolled down into the earth -

how fast and thick the clouds
would be, & how quick the pond
will fill - the unreason of it all
is reason enough - to drink tea

at the traffic corner where you
could scream and no one would
notice [ no one listens / you can
say anything ] biting bread &
jaggery cake - there is no cutting
chai here but the tea is just
the same, the lip of glass to yours
exact & eyelashes hold water
like a baby animal.


~Ajay
31/8/2019

Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro