Wednesday, July 8, 2015

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 

Your tongue on my neck 
Is surrender
To experience.

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

My breathlessness and wheezing 
Is on me.

My pain:
Is that also on me?