Vijay Sarathy

a language we both share vii

a language we both share vi

a language we both share iv

a language we both share iii

a language we both share v

a language we both share ii

a language we both share

this is my memory of you iii

I wouldn’t change a thing

I loved the nights the most,

in another life,

so much time had passed, and yet -

my witness is the empty sky

it happens still, and always like the first time. I’m here on some half-dreamt whim and the sky is clear as death. when the early light rises over the slope and pools on my skin, I can feel my life beginning again;

in the midst of all this noise - a clearing, a way out x

in the midst of all this noise - a clearing, a way out ix

in the midst of all this noise - a clearing, a way out viii