the dust on the silmarillion
on my bookshelf. the dust
on my father's cap with his

company logo. a strand of
steelwool stuck under the
rajinikanth embossed plate

before dinner. raucous col-
lege girls whistling in the
theatre. sunpink madness

of thanos at his farm in the
beginning of endgame. the
throne of guttergrass. the

candle screensaver of my
kindle. the accidental touch
on the crowded train that

is understood. that silent
understanding. like choco-
late of unopened boxes. of
unused words like lovedust.

~Ajay
17/9/2020