Corporeal

[Entre la peur et le confort]

There was no moon. No ocean nearby.

Somewhere there was, albeit

A persistence for a sudden tide.

There was no cloud. No tempest.

Nobody was playing a flute that night.

The two bodies were looking for nothing

Other than the bodies.

There was no word. Nothing was promised-

Neither any of them  was expected.  

The moment when we were sensuous touching each other

There was no sense of hesitation, doubt or fear.

There was an orange tunnel.

There was a path for the sun to come down all of a sudden.

You were murmuring a lullaby

We didn't have a country that day... 

Death of Kankhowa

                       [Thi khabar garam ki ghalib ke udenge purje

                        Dekhne toh hum bhi gaye the magar tamasha na hua]

Kankhowa died, a word spread over the village.

Immediately I prayed to the unseen one.

I came out for the funeral.

I took some incense sticks and fragrant flowers with me.

All the relatives came.

Jati banh, the bamboos were being cut.

Lament was there all over the courtyard.

Everybody came. No one was left to came.

Since everyone came to the funeral;

buying a white cloth Kankhowa came as well.