(cave no. 16 & 17, 1 & 2 )
on the pillars erected to keep the cave-ceiling from falling -
love declarations inscribed in a ball pen heart & a same blue
arrow through it. just because things survived we think
they will keep on surviving. on the fragile ceiling, ancient
women with earrings & lipstick, ancient men with lipstick
by the coir beds. again, on those pillars erected to keep tiled roofs
from caving in, blade-written names doing what bodies want.
we write on old things & lean on them, like wire extensions
like measuring tape. roads & footpaths spill onto each other like
men & women. walking by them, father switches place with you
taking you a man away from the zooming cars even though
the sound of you hitting a car would be less audible than it hitting him.
~Ajay
21/9/2019
YOU ARE READING
bliss station ~ poetry
Poetry~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~
