Back from Gurgaon

(Written July 8, 2015, approximately 11:00 pm)

Have you broken through the thicket of life?
Can you breathe yet?

Is it unfair
To compare
The heaviness of my head
To the lead
In the vilified Maggi?

Taste is lost
In the forest of tears.
But the knowledge of experience
Persists.

Your tongue on my neck
Is surrender
To experience.

The sandpaper behind my eyelids
Makes
Every vision
A reason
For weeping.

My breathlessness and wheezing
Is on me.

My pain:
Is that also on me?