By | Vihang A. Naik

2 Poems

The shadow stretches
on the veranda, looms large at your door.
The dusk. You look upon the void

perhaps waiting
behind the bars
of your window.

You deny being
yourself. Time shuffles seasons
over the lanes of stone.

The Diwali wicks fade
with the rangoli that is made
of peacock’s feathered tail.
It is evening
in your gaze. The birds beat
their wings in the thin

sky of your eyes.
Shadows envelop the door.
The echo of a knock hitting against walls.

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