Remembering Fatehpur Sikri
Hectic with desire,
I scream out in the silence.
‘Am I dead or what?’
Skulking in the corners of life,
hectic with desire
I need you to say ‘I am’.
Then I can say ‘me too’.
Hectic with desire,
I hear a sound like ice breaking.
Skulking in corners,
I want you:
And flags flying in fragrant air;
the shimmer and glide of rainbows;
the flash of silk veils floating;
the swings and the saris;
the tapestries and tiles
breaking into mosaics,
bringing me to you.
Hectic with desire,
I hear the ice breaking.
Screaming in the silence,
I am
(100 words)
