Reflections

While searching in the abyss

Of everyday

I find easy distractions.

Puddles, chappals, Mitti

Brown earth and skin

In a haphazard holy union

In the city grime and promise.

Malai, bread, sugar

Soggy between the fingers.

A minor blemish of

self created perfection.

Rain, sleep, dreams

A peace or surrendering

To the call of another world

Fantastic and Forgettable.

Chatting, buzzing, images

Whirling in technicolour

Films, episodes, gossip

For a perfect story 

Complete satiation.

While searching, blind, in the chasm

Of everyday

I close my eyes

And wake

Sometimes screaming, sometimes in fatigue

Sometimes in pure curiosity.

Down, Down, Down, Down, Down, Down, Down

In squiggles

In slow motion

In solitude

Without sight

Indefinitely suspended

with my tea cups, spoons,

demons, chappals and remote controls.