My spirit honks at odd hours of the night.
I wake up and see the running time.
It doesn’t give way. Just like the Prussian blue
color of the chemicals, I taught the other day –
unusually bright. It envelops the letters of my dreams,
my emotions, my flowering peacock feathers –
when it’s about to rain. I am soaked enough to
leave a trail of my presence that will dry the countless
leaves of memories – transformed.
One can just imagine how it feels to get lost into
a cave of one’s own making. The dark rules here
and the light of hope flickers. That’s how the universe
remains for the most part. Uninhabitable. The fight
is not about winning but identifying that parts of you
are on both sides of a never ending war.
Thoughts, days, breaths spiral down into the chaos
of statistics. The equilibrium days are far far away.
Himanshu Ranjan lives in Nashik, Maharashtra. He is a poet and a Young India Fellow. His anthology is titled ’36 Love Stories’ in which he has composed thirty-six sonnets and a sestina. His poems have appeared or forthcoming in ‘Eunoia Review,’ ‘Poetry Potion,’ ‘Scarlet Leaf Review,’ and Indrdhanush.’ He loves teaching chemistry.