Reading Fiction


I have seen kohl-cool clouds

hidden in between pages-

to give

a needed downpour, shower, drizzle of words

cleansing toxic, vituperative reality-



Now I am in between hard covers

being words-

flowing like the dusky Ganga of Benaras

my breath, buzzing like all the ghats*-

you read me, see my Manikarnika** being-




**a sacred cremation ghat



Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Reading Fiction @ Poets United