Life—
Morning light pours in,
from the chink in the roof,
leaving lace like patterns on the veranda.
I watch my grandma milk the cow,
its smell fills my nostrils.
later, when the conch resonates,
I run across the paddy fields.
I insist on going,
until she promises me a candy.
Twenty years later,
My grandmas’ body burns in a pyre,
along the bank of river.
And the burning continues,
of the known, and the unknown.
Darkness starts inside of me,
And my life moves on.
This long afternoon,
I wade across the creek, as
the water meanders through rocks,
and never returns, just like my life,
a rudderless ship,
drifting in a vast turquoise sea.