A spot of red on our foreheads

Evening thoughts were temple thoughts, God thoughts,marriage thoughts

Strange girl stakes claim to my territory,my son.

She sits on God’s steps ,one below, facing our words, head-on, with eyes calm and lined with black

Her round face some times is asymmetrical, other times in perfect geometry

Solving the problem of inertia in marriage when you come face to face with lifting huge things,others carrying mere pillows

Especially when you think nothing of carrying bigger things for others and you make a big thing out of indifference to what others think.

Our words fell like the pipal leaves in the breeze

We sat under the pipal tree thinking of what life would be like for these children if inertia were to be factored in the compatibility calculations

No issue ,says the girl with calm eyes.

We are here before our monkey god and we cup our palms for the holy water which we drink making a minor noise and the priest will duly put the crown of God’s feet on our heads.

We collect our red spot of color on our foreheads where it is all written,our destinies.

The night when my note became part of the night

My white ruled note became an event in the night

The night itself was an event

An event because it is a certain time-space, a physical space tied to a space of time

My note stood out in color and sound against the night because it was an event,a certain musical space tied to time

The night was an event because it happened then and is not in the present space.

At the dead of the night my note became part of the night

In the morning I am chasing glowing images

Seeking the sun in words and their glow.

In between there was deja vu of certain river water which still smelled of the mountains

When I am not chasing iridescent images of tiny girls ,in two’s and three’s, bursting on the conscious with halos intact

I am chasing the park images

– Of a certain balcony woman

-Of some skin thoughts

-Of a certain man in olive green safari suit and copper red hair

-Of stream-lets of hose water which stalked the shadows on the grass

-Of a certain overflowing woman who walked in music.