Mukul Bhatia
By
Tikuli
Distance
I watched her from the tea shop
seated on the stone facing the valley
her back was to me, a joint in one hand
a cup of ginger lemon tea in the other
rings of smoke came from her lips,
their perfect seam tinged blue,
part of her turning to ash,
part of her drifting into the sky
the lengthening shadows of evening
held us in their stillness
as we watched our solitude
stark and sharply silhouetted
against the walls we built
Waiting
water dripped from the slate roof of the abandoned house
that perched at the crest of the ridge overlooking the valley,
rain clouds had raced to the distant mountain summits
leaving behind a landscape bejewelled with raindrops,
high above the valley, a double rainbow arched,
its ends lost among the autumnal foliage of the trees
a missed turn can lead you to the most unexpected places
and here I was beneath a canopy of dripping leaves,
in the backyard of nowhere, watching a dream unfold,
the sun, that had made a momentary appearance,
was now gone, obscured again by heavy clouds,
the rainbow was an apparition in the mist shrouded valley
a flock of birds swooped noisily into the trees for shelter,
one of nature’s unerring harbingers of an impending storm,
from above the mist the mountain silhouettes gazed down,
at the house, at me, ghosts, waiting, before everything crumbled.
Beautiful and profound...loved Distance....
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