I shake & sob for

all the time I spent acquiring

ideals, circumstances & events 

that now compose my grief:

disappointment, anger, hate

While tears pour

I hug this smile:

I allow myself to bliss 

With my nose up

in a cup of chai

(the red, not the kind

that takes my blood

back 20 years) 

I let the dusk colours 

toy with truth & mix

in me. Horizon stripes

lay on mountain sides

in a double-exposure play

of life