അ 'തിഥി'

The patchwork inside me Winnowing wind Fluttery curtains Hush silence! I just ran fingers across the edges The hopes spring from the curves of desires   send chills down   spine Leave ‘them’ as though you have not chosen them Inside the head Clamours and yells Ancestors wailing behind the door Walls are giggling The attachment coiled around the love Like serpent under the flower Transgression of boundaries my dream and my fear, I tiptoed End of the tunnel feels as beginnings Voices from my worn out lips Belong to the crossroads Ruptures and chasms, Slide into the timeless oblivion…