Tuesday, December 10, 2013


 Wait 

The old worn tablecloth at Koshy’s 
also waits for Rohini Venkatesh Malur. 

The red squares - 
bleached by years, 
and fluorescent light 
and the weight of elbows of varying girth 
and tender coconut soup (no longer served here) 
and meandering conversations 
and silences 
and mobile radiation 
and causes 
and theories 
and insinuations - 
are now a bleating shade of pink. 

On the neighbour’s laptop, one reads, 
‘Drones will soon deliver packages’. 

Everyone waits.

2 comments:

Leena Munot said...

did you write this while at koshy's? seemed so when i read it...i felt like i was at koshy's too...love the piece, friend.

Leena Munot said...

did you write this while at koshy's? seemed so when i read it...i felt like i was at koshy's too...love the piece, friend.