Almost all my returns are timed with the sky

 

A clear-dandruff like collection of clouds
should mean I am coming to the ruffle of leaves.
A cue to the coral should mean it is 7
and I am to miss tea.
A well-stationed azure should mean
the bus will have left.
A wind is still learning to settle
what it is going to leave behind.
On the roads where people spill along
with brown leaves, there is a reflection
of a chai spilled, a biscuit broken —
a tip to summer and an earthworm.
When I arrive early, I take a longer route.

 

When I arrive late, I already see
the sky at home
(from some other place).
Glad that the one thing that won’t move with me
will be this.
I am occupied, looking around,
because
I do not need to carry the sky
or pack it or remember it forever.
I can’t really do any of those things.
Even knowing that my travels speak to me
more about home, should have
made me feel adjusted. Most days,
I feel well-travelled.

 

Shreyasi Sharma is a postgraduate in Literary Art Creative Writing from Ambedkar University Delhi.

Malvika Tewari is an illustrator and designer based out of Bangalore with a love for stories, food, and the environment. She hopes to cross paths with a Slender Loris someday! 

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