you are a star

blazing across this night sky

and i said to you ‘consume me’.


my love.

i don’t want to bury you, my love
i want to say—
you are my moon,
you are my star,
but my love,
you are not consolidated dust,

you are blood,
you are water,
you are nitrogen,
you are oxygen,
you are carbon,
you are despairing tears
you are the billion microorganisms on your scarred skin,
my love
you are stronger than dust
you are held together with love

you are a complex archaeology
and i want to unravel you, my love
and i promise you,
your scars hold seeds,
deep within,
flowers and leaves
and organisms,
all waiting for their life to begin.


but you disappear quietly
like a bubble in a milk bottle
like a leaf in a banyan tree

and my sadness wounds tight
around my throat
carries the only proof
of your presence


your kisses have evaporated
off of my lips

your name is a half forgotten cry
dying on my tongue

your hands have left no memory
on my skin


yet you appear


in a deep blue dream where i have forgotten how to breathe

you appear

at a street crossing when the traffic is at its peak

in the sunlight sparkling in between pine leaves

in the sound of a third footstep in the
phantom ringing calling bell in the
distant crash of concrete bricks in the
clanking of neighbour’s kitchen’s
utensils in the slight rustle of the

that picks up

the dust




and rises rises rises

and disappears completely.

Dowhill, Kurseong, West Bengal, India