Sometimes I imagine, I am free :
free to come out from a diagram,
to bring inside out.
Ultimately rescued from the ancestors,
and ready to face my unborn children.
An apparition sneaks in.
Transgender ? Half human, half god ?
There is no shadow, no existence,
but presence.
Life sometimes takes a strange turn
Panic moves between the walls of home.
Black silk, red cloud, fish in the bowl.
I walk without feet, making dents in air.
wrapped up so long ?
SATISH VERMA
