By: Monika Nair
At two distant places…there’s a transparent me and a translucent you.
As we walk together, our shadows follow us.
I watch them play little games…watch them merge and then, diverge.
I flap my fevered eyelids and gape at your opaque shadow.
And then, at your translucence.
And the light glimmering on the other side o’you.
“it must be love”, i think in my immaculately dense dream.
And that might be true…because of the way it makes me feel.
Despite a tempting tendency to wake up,
And merge it with our parallel lives and its encompassing opaqueness,
I just want to lie here and walk…
Walk, on some random street with our shadows fusing into each other,
Because amidst all this chaos,
The only thing that feels real is this.