things are scattered in this room
duppatta three, a graphics board
a box of papers, many books –
there is no grass, there is no sky –
like a substance in my being
you are here
grains of desire – seeking, searching
calling you in such a way
the me in me exfoliating
floating in the gratitude
as this substance in my being
you are here
flat 6 B-C, in Tower C
no one knows that you live here
mother, father, sisters-in-law
brothers, niece, i meet i greet
with you hiding in my being
i am here
do you know how much i love
you – my energy my force
like a field inside my being
you are here
~ vani murarka