Claustrophobic Fetus

She pats her belly round.

Hugely pregnant. Expectant. Scared.

Out of her wits. Breathless.

Zoom in to her belly.

The insider cries. Muffled voice in a fluid universe.

This is the fourth state of matter,

He thinks.

The fetus cries. Sees a ghost.

Within those walls around him.

The feel of a brother dead before.

A jealous sibling never born.

The ghost screams too. The fetus kicks.

The mother gathers the neighbours.

They pat and touch

Rejoice and dance

The baby indeed did kick.

The ghost screams. The fetus is scared.

He drowns in his life blood.

The doctor says it's a complication.

Sorry we lost the kid.

The mother cried. Two drops of tears.

Selfish in the act.

She had heard not the fetus' screams

The neighbours come again.

The end.

Raga: Lalit

Sahil, thank you.

The greatest you can wish for is a moment of silence. From the ever chaotic mind.

A few notes of music, piercing, unsettling, can topple the very fiber of your being. Take you to places you've never been before, remind you of long forgotten memories, and explode your consciousness to a thousand bits, yet collect them all again, later.

That moment of clairvoyance.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8D1YHP9A37k

A prayer chanted to put demons to sleep

A white mandaram fresh from the dew

The soft goose-flesh under my grandmother's arms

And a swaying prayer flower about to be plucked

The warmth of Amma's frayed saree

A peal of laughter from a sibling's mischief

A nod, a smile, from the man I love

A perfection, the whole world.

Yet, your music calls to me

And I follow; rest on your chest

You split yourself, and me as well

And we make love, on grass so green

Your eternal blue face on my lap

And all I can give is my love