Displays


i
Uninterested in conditioned airs,
as a young one, I would usually
keep the car window open to its fullest capacity,
letting my facial skin play with cartons of boisterous air,

I do it again today,
traveling while sitting at the back seat of our car,
amidst cool, incipient rain droplets,
conversing to me in a combination of :
                braille, a mild concert and aroma therapy.

ii
A black billboard strikes on the way
not because it’s sans any ad today,
but because against this backdrop,
I can see whitish raindrops falling hand in hand,
slanted forward.

How water droplets colonize with their clones
everywhere!

iii
Past the Valentine’s day hype,
the florist’s inactive shop
advertises for cheaper roses.



A half-drooped board outside
a dentist’s clinic sways in the wind,
just like my milk teeth would sway in my mouth
until they were in my hand and I threw them on the roof
for crows.

Because my mother told me that the crows would
bring new teeth for me.





© Harrisham Minhas

Published in Muse India 2013

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