Breakfree

(inspired by my blue eyed baby)

Windowless

On a stormy night

Even the sounds

Seem distant.

A trace knock –

Maybe thunder?

A pin drop –

A tree uprooting?

Cut off,

Even shut eyes

Lend more vision!

Break the box-

This closeted life!

Allow me,

To elope with the wind!

The dance of light

I dance

in those mad circles

light shining from my hands

forgetting all else

in the darkness

we are rings of light

with beats filling our insides

***

Written in memory of the Diya dance that we perform during Garba at Ahmedabad. 

Ellipsis

It is that phase again. Of that general lost feeling. But this time, I am going to fight harder. To be alive, is probably what one should be most thankful for. Rest, is transient.