Mama, I Think I Read Spaces

Mama, I think I read spaces

But I won't jump out of the window 

I would instead sit in that beautiful 

chair in the park 

And hear the birds speak 

No, not like birds but humans

themselves 

I would curl till my feet 

touch my stomach

I think it would make space 

No, not for me

The Chair

The Chair

It is getting wrinkles

While I sat there 

And now it's making that 

same puckered face 

towards the sun

But it told me last summer

It would wait

Wait till it rains

And when it would dry

In whispers 

It would crack

And, The Birds

The Birds

They chatter about me

In the party that's in the air

Above headless chimeras

And I hear their echo

When?

After the party.

Mama, I think I resign

It is drowning me

With pebbles.

Credits : Portrait by Bhawana