That thin line
between the full moon
and insanity…

That ribbed edge
of the flower bed
where only weeds grow…

That gold brocade
of the wedding saree
I never wore again…

That flicker of light
caught in a raindrop
poised to fall…

That quiet chirp
of the songbird that sings
long before it is dawn…

That peaceful glow
of a million stars
on a moonless night…

That dark hedge at the end
of the garden
where only glow worms go…

That corner of the room
that feels somewhat colder
as if someone just passed through…

That is where we walk together
father and daughter
talking, seeing, not-seeing…

…questioning my answers

restless in my sleep

dreaming when awake.