ceiling fan turning off
mixi three two one off
grains of rice bouncing off
the pillars of the marriage
are sugarcane & bamboo
are sandal & vermillion
are mangoes bleeding gums
agni is the first witness of
the seven steps around fire of
the green shawl slung over
the ceiling fan turning off
the grains of rice falling off
destoning mats of palm weave
jaggery cracker the girl
the boy spring culm
the ceiling fan angled by tubelight
smokes the wall in shadows of
peacocks saucers & boats capsized off
the edges of our country
do they still screen for
homemade snacks native soil
& humus dreams at airports
the kitchen fan is removed because
it shushes the gas fire which
is the final witness of
packing lunch packing bags packing
the kids monkey-capped into rickshaws
sitting with news scumming tea of
quantum leap futures of
luminiferous ether to relativity to
sitting on translucent seats of
blue gel glass - the kids still fight
for the window view to watch
planets orbit brittle stars
each assigned their earth music
even in this spaceship thought
your footspace is sacrificial
your legs thrust from the swing
your giggle giggle grin laugh
my forehead undersolely
grip firm on the swing chain
skirt caught on the nut bolts of
the machine stuck three three three
firm caught in mirrorspotting
as if pimples are a sign
of someone we know dying
shadow bleeding away as if
just one of those shadows off
the ceiling fan on the walls
do they still use guns to cure us of
binary stars or is something else
less apparent being invented
in quantum leaving future behind
with a step back into the past of
making music on mirrors with bones
the green shawl comes off
because living feels so off
the mark of meaning even
dying is off the charts of
the hearts of the yeasting
ends of laughter proving
it's not weakness if it
can't be strength
~ Ajay
13/5/2020
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bliss station ~ poetry
Poetry~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~
