Stormy sand dunes of foaming memories A dryness palpitating the scorched heart The thirst waiting in her eyelids, teardrops An endless desert beckons towards agony And a violent sun burns her bruised flesh But to endure it, to suffer worse than death Can make this mirage of life, meaningful So that others can one day find its purpose.
A thought like broken fragments Kaleidoscopic yet still monotonous Dancing in solitude, altering alchemy Yet still jumbled like the morning crossword Is there clarity hidden amongst mayhem? Or is this chaos the unveiled mystery
He unfolded his red turban lying on his khaat Seeing me in my new ghagra-choli he bought The evening sun setting in his eyes like a candle While the stars sing as I watch him eat dal bhat Tonight, I will be awake in all the quarters of the night Watching your dreams tune away by the sarangi at my side
Khaat: A bed made of straws or rope popular in rural areas of India ghaghra-choli: A Rajasthani traditional dress Dal Bhat: A Rajasthani food dish Sarangi: It is a bowed, short-necked string instrument from India