kodi portraits

Our cars skim the valleys
We call home
I envy them

"Can I have a jacket?"
Asked the cattle herder
"All I have is the T-Shirt on my back"
I smiled.

Not Veerappan
Not even his brother
Just eucalyptus Puttappa

Woodcutter proxy
Noserings of gold
Silvery laughter

Menu Nagaraj
Driving Ms.Dasies and Mr.Fatwhiteman
Bread 'omlete' belches

Aslam bhai
Waiting
For his mango van to come

Clutching
Her lunch
Holding on
To dear life

Wallets
Jackets
And a steely glint

How sharp
Is my sickle?

Over the hills and far away

As dawn breaks over the Vattakanal valley, 7 kms away from Kodai, I looked back on a week of spending a lot of time with myself, out of myself, out of my mind, in utero, dying, being born and living. I traversed the waves of the styx and the vagaries of reality. I was nurtured by nature, caressed by the cool cool breeze and driven to the kind of tears only one place has a right to inflict.

I will be back but for now, so long and thanks for all the bread omlettes.


Kodi all this week on Higher Being. Keep it locked.