Luminous cantilever bridge connects
Between the two edges of night.
How does light travel faster than me
When she is a wintry night?
The broken fossil stone
Nakedly shows the impression
That resembles a Brahmi script on a stupa.
Moths of darkness
Incongruously flock around me
And groan like chanting Pali hymns.
On the other side of luminosity
Forgotten foot-steps rock.
Heavy moments fall
From the dilapidated wall
Like tired voices over my phone.
Packs of handshakes,
Perniciously define me on a podium.
Now I play an important role. I have to teach people with illustrations on
How to stand on a podium balancing on the two feet – light and darkness.
Are two schools of architecture
Energy and mass remain constant
In the roadside car-park.
Since early Stone Age
When we meet in her neighborhood’s café.
At the coffee table
Proves the limit of our freedom.
Love this lonesome piece.