somewhere we are...A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan
That evening I started telling you
about my dream of reaching nowhere. But your initial words and the silence towards the end, guided us to reach that roofless hut. I then emptied my pockets off the waiting smile that I collected from a bus stop prostitute of the city. The smile made the space brighter. We had nothing much to talk about. I was lying down next to your bed thinking to reach you somehow. You were sleeping as you discovered the knack of reaching nowhere. The next morning we still journeyed together, being not sure whether that was a kind of coming back or going away. ,..
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