ELANGOVAN
A Drop of Melancholy
A Drop of Melancholy
a keyless lock
meditating on the table
with buttressing door dreams
homeless or nameless
I don’t know
an elusive feather
scribbling in the air
awaiting interception
destined for nest or cage
I don’t know
a sunstamped dewdrop
swinging from a thorn
streamlining and decoding
colours or fears
I don’t know
deflowered by fingers
a crushed wrapper
of an anonymous heart
or tomb plot number
I don’t know
caressing fingertip
on plain shroud shot dead
by a ‘who goes there’
camping dot or crowded thought
I don’t know
peeling masks
are piling up
and something is still there
staring or baring
I don’t know
beyond the rocks
the sea sneezes
a bird
I know