Bhadauria Manish Singh
Ahmedabad, Gujarat
The myth, the illusion….
The loose sand which grabbed in palm Vaporized through closed fist
Leaving behind particles of salty memories
Still, the rock left naked Breathes through invisible pores And stares nude and cloudless sky
When heat opens its million thirsty mouths
Moisture cracking wars of wood
And load of memory lies heavy on the back Trees shed their yellowish burden
To tease the crowd of adhesive memories
Enzyme f few passing shower Drench to decompose all the desires And life staggers in fermented sips Heading towards few forbidden streets
Bargaining few moments of paid love Love dissolves between alcoholic thighs
And another start travels earth in dark night To make few hands to pray for mythical lights