I am the unkempt life. Unsearching for a bird. Skyless.
Jeeva जीव
I have water rising
In the channels of my large body
There is flood, not blood, up to my throat
From my root. I do not sit like a Goddess.
This electricity should be life.
But it is hard to contain anymore.
So instead I bring my fingers,
Unwaiting for a dawn, to my deprived mouth.
Desert air. Breath. With tears of a morning.
Vaishali Paliwal
