you,
the jungle longing to escape
for some exotic location
both inside you and
outside you at the same time.
things kept dissolving and
leaking through your skin.
(I opened a can of pineapple chunks
and ate the entire contents of the can
thinking how long it had been since
I had eaten pineapple.)
where was I....
the blue hour arrives
finding myself before a mirror,
liking the face I see looking
back at me.
the
end.

Gliding in the Shades of Grey

Glide in the shades of grey

The grey is never a colour to me;
it's the warmth of a cloud when it hides
the scorching sun in its stride.
It is the teasing gesture of an old child
still hiding somewhere in the wilds.
It's a gentle veil, as here,
 shimmering behind which is a tint of pink, a casual kiss.
It's the evening shades of leaves,
the coolness after a storm,
the touch of warmth lingering on the sand
as the children leave to join the band
of the beach crowd going home,
some leaving their spades back in a hurry.
The grey is the love that covers them all.

Sushama Karnik (c)

31 Aug. 2021