एनी season

again and again
wind pushes it in

and people get very
very quiet

streets and windowsills
enjoyed by other animals

the gods reach
and talk in leaves

shimmering and clacking,
loud as bracelets

ओं अ कुछ

I am not gifted enough to hear
music
when it isn't there

but one cool gold note
on a thick evening
can lick your neck -

then you're spinning
and unpinning
your hair