as wisps of cotton…


By Rajesh Mishra#

as wisps of cotton from a torn pillow
time falls around me
scatters

every touch, every thought
is woven on a thread
that into the past spreads
in that penumbra of being
‘now’ or ‘then’ has no meaning

the torn curtain falls over the stage
all the clothes the actors have worn
in their different roles
fall over them at once
in tatters
And every actor asks the other
‘who am I?’

‘I’ slides over the marbles
that vibrate over the void

the curtain is shards
the floor is marbles
and every actor a harlequin
laughing over himself

in those innocent white balls
lies the lunacy

as wisps of cotton from a torn pillow
time falls around us
scatters…

 


# About the poet

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