Summer is slashed with nostalgia.
A thousand blues writhe,
in the pit of your stomach.
The roof seems lower –
you fear banging your forehead afresh,
or slipping on its impassive floors,
as you try, again,
to dissolve yourself into four-cornered spaces.
You feel like a ship outside its bottle.
You fade, you arrive.
Maybe home is in our graves
and on our burnt pyres.
(Is that why the dead never return?)
Very often, the skies that end,
and the clouds that pass
drop liquid cities onto your unassuming palms –
unnamed maps, unfamiliar constellations.
You feel like the reflection of the ship on the bottle.
You fade, you depart.
Because we were pilgrims once,
now disguised as stable in sanity.
No city with its fringes,
no country with margins whimsically marked,
and no world with decaying edges,
can house just one home for us eternal,
Radhika is a multidisciplinary/interdisciplinary artist working with Indian Classical dance, visual arts (painting/installation), and writing. She has performed and shown her work across India, China, USA, UK, and Bhutan. She has published two books of poetry and experimental prose - 'Snatches of Sunshine' and 'Mid Light - The prologue' as well as several online articles. She is an MA Fine art graduate from Chelsea College of art and design, London, and currently lives and works in London on an exceptional Talent endorsement by the Arts Council England.