bliss station ~ poetry

as the crow flies

a big fat indian wedding -
gaunt, the bride's father
powder filling for skin.

the talcum, like the perfume
from the gulf - dubai, muscat
abu dhabi, jeddah, those places
a little less than a forever away.

the shehnai breathes twice, the
tabla beats twice, increasing de-
creasing, like a child learning to
walk or a corpse forgetting to.

outside - a tree with crow-jewelry
powdered fairy lights sprinkled
in the soil, grass over here grow
ing grass over there -

crows wait on a branch
for the announcement
of the terminal their next
flight is to take-off from.

I guess it was fireworks.
they fly at the shriveling leaf
of light in the sky, a little less
than a forever away, as the crow
flies a little below the eagle's
domain where it flaps once
to prove gravity -
                    
                       

~Ajay

29/12/2019