a coin in harish's pocket

through a football-field gap in the cloud covered sky
sunrays kiss the ground, a blade midfield
swings in anticipated ecstasy


birds heading home pause,
wonder


the ground parched, love-torn
void in the sky
horizon to horizon
save a lonely football-field sized cloud
lazily floating


alternatively i trace its shadow on the ground
and look for lost lovers' faces on its sides


discreetly tiptoeing away time
sublimely assures thoughts and faces
conjectured and ensconced
float away into unpredictable morrow
scattering thirsty nightmares
and smiling dreams
in its un-repenting wake


as harish fidgets