Collaborators:

Ching Nihaarika Negi

 

 

 

liquid night 

Rising through a pool of your longing

Am seeped in a pigeon’s wing.

Ripped and rolled in your wretched sheets of polyacetyline

The hills they call out my name .

They’ve passed me onto the valleys

They’re hungry again.

 

A cascade of an unrealised childhood is sitting on my face.

You are meant for someone other

You were never really here.

I feel it in your aching as you heave across my breast.

Your flesh it feels so different like you were skinned onto someone else.

 

Don’t wilt your life upon me.

I’m waiting for one afresh

Who’d wrap his legs around my waste and drag me to my death.

 

Pour me in a shallow pool – you tears aren’t made of blood.

Rinsed and turned – the placenta chokes the drain pipe.

The trace is gone with the juices, disappeared down again

I’ll still smell you in the winter rain   the empty room of silent screams

Hydrocephalous  me.

 

Each time the wind hits my face    I’ll sniff a little bit of you in vein

Drink from your sorrow

Let the water fill my brain.