Images

Disjointed and derelict images

Fuse into my flowing consciousness
A dimpled beauty selling hotel space
A nest-builder mother-crow pecking
Green young mangoes hanging
Alongside April's burning morning sun
Suddenly a kurta-clad grey-haired woman
Bursts upon the conscious with abrupt violence
Her comforting presence in the airplane
Complementing,by her side,another woman
Who is sleep-walking,on her way,
Her head in her hands,to take charge
Of a mere body which once throbbed
In the deepest recesses of her own body
Disparate images , wide apart in time ,
Flow into my sleep and then out of it
Sometimes straying into my wakeful self.