a frog thats born in a well dies in a well

 

i eat thoughts in the morning

thoughts of dreamy past times 

thoughts,

of freedom and adventure

and till lunch

like blowing winds

in the summer

  i binge on thoughts

i eat and eat until it tastes like rubber on my tongue

until the winds chip away at my skin

melting like wax 

rivers flow with reckless abandon

naturally thoughts fade into the present

and so, starvation follows

mango kernels and afternoons

like an ilness 

now

i eat you in my meals

you water my adventures

into mangoes again

a great green bliss

trees cut to make swings around

its branches

flowers plucked to trace the ropes

  harsh summer winds

ticks grow in our garden

   

no

       ticks grow in my garden

bees are lost

 birds are too

like a mother that loses her child to fate

my fruits rot.

now all there's left to eat 

are thoughts.

starts at night

everytime i empty myself

i feel my skin shrinking

my corpse of a body turns

a groggy grey

like that of a moon

except it lies deserted of that gentle coolness

a hellfire rises at every choking breath

father, i am rotten

how i am rotten!

the hounds have taken to my beady eyes

for dessert, the only sweet thing

may they see the light

may they see the light 

marigolds

she coated my breasts with honey

and licked it off of me

hither and tither

the tingle made me red

like the hem of her kurti

she slept on my body and i began to weep

the window lay unlocked mahiya,

the window lay unlocked

like two marigolds of full and whole age

only, ingrown, eternally deprived of open musk fields