Surrender at Bharatnapur

I came here by puddle jumper
Over rice patties and alluvial hills.
My plane climbed to stay in the clouds and for an instant it was a brilliant blinding white.
I thought this could be heaven

But here in Bhranapur the brown out has come.
The fan has been silenced.
Hanging light bulb darkens the room.

The air gasps
Punctuated by the claxon of squeeze toy like cars.

My limbs are lead on the cot as my mind swims out to the past
To my red raft on the lake as my grandparents call out for me to stay close to shore.
But I did not listen

Alone in this fog

Drift further out

Weightless

Rocked and held to a liquid breast

Pray not to drown

Darkness sweet Hindi music to nothingness.