Diaphanous Dreams

A sweet cloud of cotton candy descended

Upon us like the sticky steam from a sauna

Bath; gently the wisps of sugar curled around

Our free, rotund figures, prying its fingers

Into cavities and grazing its elbows against

The layered crevices and eroded escarpments-

Quietly we accepted it’s unmentioned yet

Recognised protrusion like a sanskari naari;

Softly it’s threads burnt against the heat 

Of our skin– heat stolen from the 

Laal-jhanda minions stuck in the fluid

Local Transit of plasma on tarred roads.

Soon, the sucrose shed it’s guise and an

Ugly caterpillar broke out from the butterfly’s

Cocoon and creeped around leaving trails

Of its bitter, caramel excrement camouflaged

Against my historically ironic complexion-

(Prejudiced against yet clamoured for)

And I so sweetly smelt your nose-hairs dreaming

The same dreams I was taught to be an

Attribute to; and so I fell into the flight of our

Silent, sweaty, secret, little rendezvous.

Sanskaari naari= a woman who follows “traditions”

Laal-jhanda= red-flagged, a reference to communists