obelisk
tonight, I fall in obsession with anyone
who notices me, drag them to that shore
of half-sleep where reaching towards a
dream feels better than being in it, caress
them in the fridge glow of fantasy, incubate
their impressions then foster them
fettered in my fusty mind, to the point
that the real & the imagined become
strangers walking back to return their
cups of chai, one smoking a filter at the
dangling lighter, the other scouring his
fingers with oil from a plastic wrapped
jaggery bun, one spilling kafka the other
filling frost, two people diverge in my
mellow hood & I'm sorry I've lost them
both, at the end of the day we're all alone
but hey it's only morning now so I carry
an obelisk on my shoulders, black hole
in color, horizon in shape, reaching
towards that shore & draping it like a
double helix shawl of hourglass sand &
even though parts of my mind war secrets
at each other I touch myself with the obelisk
with the world, scratch my body in
vinyl scars that make me music as I run
against my falling obsessions, touched
by the stylus of the world in exit wounds.
~Ajay
29/09/2020
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