tug of war



The tug of war of cool winds
makes my skin
a pinwheel,
which rotates invisibly.

in their unnoticed mishmash,
the dust particles
take each other’s place
haphazardly,
only to become something
for an idle person.

I haven’t skipped my rope since long,
I wonder if my muscles
on skipping the rope now
can bring back some
fugitive winds.





© Harrisham Minhas

Published in Muse India, 2014

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