The Kite

On the bustling street
ascended her breath
lightly as mist engulfing
the valley from beneath

A vendor of vegetables
placed one kilo onions
on the weighing machine

Layer by layer the mist
of her breath encompassed
nearby stalls, tall buildings,
both vertically and horizontally
occupied all that was empty

A kid was pestering her
mother for an ice candy
the mother negotiated
two bunches of coriander leaves
for rupees five

She never knew that
dying could be as romantic as
this to explore the impossible,
the unknown, like a wizard
move around anywhere and everywhere
touch, feel, hug, kiss and slip
inside no one notices

Boys in the playground
were amazed to see
the kite that soared so high
releasing the tip
of the string they clapped


Drop the curtain please


-Prajna
[8th April, 2014, 1.00 pm]