bliss station ~ poetry

body and sole

i.

the cobbler forgot a sole he worked on -
under the tree it remains; the branches
fragile like open arms for the sun to set in -

each falling leaf, a sigh of disappointment
a part of the broken autumn blanket.

ii.

the chinese dhaba has a head gone dragon -

the smoke an eastern mist, the sound of water
on hot stone; the mawsynram rain, a hilly smile.

a girl drags her grandfather
Into cherrapunji for chinese bhajji,
strumming his ligamental guitar and pulling
his polythene skin that wants to take all plastic

but has no more body.

~Ajay
21/3/2019