Movement 1
Stuck to the pavement is a flyer depicting an icon of mother and child
There is a sign to mend cars right by the station; the air flies past
Smelling of waxen flowers, furled shoots and bird wings
There is dirt, there is a wide road and light commutes up and down it
Working in a sharp way, saving for a big house with glassy eyes
But oh! How time screws up memory, embroiders it with tight knots
The fabric is a mess of threads at the back,
Time won’t neaten or tighten
A moment
I have to crawl
Through dream tunnels to find
Imaginary scissors, a whispering pen…
How To Avoid Memories.
Deeds are done and signed
When it’s over, it’s not over
That is the way of the mind –
Here is Indirah
On a chaise longue
Himalayan butterflies
My father and rubies and Simla.