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-
*riverfront
**a sacred cremation ghat
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Reading Fiction @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Oh, O! This is my new favorite, a fiction revealing who we are at our best, our most refreshing. And to find one who can read us? Heaven. This is how we make a world.
” kohl-cool clouds” never thought I would take my mind off eyes when I read the word khol.
Luv your imagery
Happy Wednesday Sumana
much love…
Being between hard cover could be a blessing or it could be a bane. It all depends…
“Now I am in between hard covers”……I love this!
Love this poem!!!
I love the opening:
“I have seen kohl-cool clouds
hidden in between pages”
Excellent piece Sumana… we are the story, in the end.
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.
Ah… ‘see my Manikarnika being’!
(sigh) Staggering! Inebriating! Par excellence!!