Inspite of

Standing quietly on toes
inside a large wooden box
brimmed with sticky ants-
he looks like me
being rotten, red and queasy.

In voids of sounds,
he hides her silence;
in pulsing sensations,
he carries her absence;
in lakes of stings,
he drowns her dryness ;
in rippling darkness,
he merges her tensions.

Even if heavens fall ,
his raised arms
are thick to holding
their perforated paper sky.


Sim