when I laugh, the whole body one big mouth of laughter
when I sing words emit like a seismo- seismograph
If I squat, drowsy, all my teeth are melting down a whirlpool
walk, look back and wonder, whose vanishing footsteps are they meanwhile,
my as-lost-as-me friends, frantic for shade in the sun and can't find it
together, like a splash of colours, we loll in the garden for the madness to pass
later, at home they ask about the blood red eyes, I say, it was some colour, some holi
*Bhang is a milk-based drink traditionally consumed on the day of holi, the festival of colours in India. This poem was first published in the Mar-Apr 2012 issue of the Reading Hour magazine.