bronze brown sounds kick my soul
when I pick the present moment and give it
a flying kiss.
it drifts away to understand the pain of
the barking dog. I sit motionless as if
time has frozen.
crystals of crayons round about my waist,
colouring my existence, just like the moon
on the eighth.
I want to go back in time with feelings
of gratitude. songs of my fire alight the
path with crackling.
all my inertia weighs down into sleep.
then dreams take over like necessary
doses of cobalamine.
I want to make friends with a peacock
and spread my colourful wings when
it’s about to rain.
I miss the geosmin mixed air. the creative
spells of thundering heartbeats of the mind.
the wormholes in my pocket.
pluto encircled the sun nine times,
and it seems I just gave a flying kiss to
my little snowy time.
Himanshu Ranjan is a poet. He lives in Bengaluru, India – where he teaches chemistry to medical and engineering aspirants