Friday, October 25, 2019

On having entered a room

On most days I witness
seesaws of alternating identities 
as we hiccough through planned exchanges 
and spontaneous spurts
engaging in our own little play, 
trying to sit still, weightless in the centre, 
as if we do not matter

Today’s different, somehow
cracks laden with seeped pretension threaten collapse, 
realignments of agreed-upon definitions for this space,
as the sanctity of boundaries between relations 
that changed behind closed doors
is dragged into the public eye 

With blaring earphones and eyes shut
I no longer exist in this room
now I am a cat that waits 
to jump out of balance, to find myself 
to make me whole 
to become manifold, timeless


18.10.2019


Published in hākārā: a bilingual journal of creative expression, Turbulence, Issue 12 in September 2020 
https://www.hakara.in/pooja-ugrani/

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