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


9 thoughts on “Reading Fiction

  1. Oh, I love this poem, Sumana: the ‘kohl-cool clouds / hidden in between pages’, being words between hard covers and those luscious words in another language.

Thank You :)

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