The raindrops on our naked arms
Are raucous
We are lost in the bustling
Cacophony of this city
We are two wild animals
Walking in civilised clothes
Only our raincoats are honest,
Transparent
Our loves are impure
Our motivations muddled
We have banished sensibility
To a humble hut in the Andamans
Our arms brush
As we are pushed closer
By this stifling crowd of desires
We aren't good for each other's health
And yet all we want to do
Is eat each other
-
Chandni Girija
