when I laugh,
the whole body,
one big mouth
of laughter
when I sing,
words emit
like a
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 lie 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
(This poem was first published in the Mar-Apr 2012 issue of Reading Hour magazine.)
