Disappearing

Let's not court silence

It's not outside us

When the desires subside

It appears quietly like the moon

We have diappeared from places

We have not been to again

The body vanishes little by little

Starting from hair to the ovaries

Death is a kind of disappearing

An absence where we have been

We will be found by those 

Who have lost us as we will those 

We have lost ourselves.

Dreams

Lost things are found in dreams

Then lost again when we wake up

Grandfather's pet dog that vanished

Into the sea when we went to immerse

His ashes I saw again following him

Along the beach not even stopping

To nose around, afraid to lose his master

Where is the one of hunting lineage

That fled the house on Deepavali

Unable to withstand the firecrackers

And never could find his way back?

Dreams are halfway worlds between

Life and death we keep on visiting

And we keep on coming back from,

Sometimes unhappy we cannot stay back.